It was inevitable that eventually we would have to stop. We’ve been calling The Gnome “Stinkerpantz”(aka Stinker aka Stinkz) since he was in utero. In the early months after he was born it was only when he was fussy or actually smelled bad. And then as time went on it became the only name we ever called him and now it’s a rare occasion when we refer to him as Carson. This week we noticed that he started responding to the name. He hears Stinkerpantz and will turn our way and flash his toothless grin. Call him Carson and he’ll return with a blank stare. The problem is now it’s so deeply ingrained into our daily dialogue that stopping cold turkey has been challenging. We’re trying to come up with a suitable replacement before he starts talking and telling strangers at the grocery store that his name is Stinkerpantz Drews.
It makes sense that a young man with the responsibility of managing a library card would no longer be known as St……ntz. Of course those of us who have affectionately joined in the chorus will have to curb our impulses, too. Sign me up to help with the effort!
I understand how hard this will be since Kyle and I add “pants” to just about everything (Pants is Dudley’s middle name). Not sure when “pants” became such an endearing nickname but it is. I say a good transition would be “Carson Pants.” Keep us posted. 🙂
Question: Why do they call Potsie, Potsie? (from Charlie)
Answer: When he was younger, Potsie liked to make things with clay and one day his mother called him “Potsie”.
Hi amy
just saw this about nick names and thought about you with Carson
uncle bob