Nicknames...

I've had several nicknames in my life: Britt, Brittritter, my father-in-law calls me 'the Brittster', my brother calls me 'fat-head'. I am also called...wait for it...Butt.

Yes, Butt; as in booty my friends. How did I get this nickname you ask. Well, I could tell you it's because I am a proud member of the fat-bottom girls club (and I am) but this is not the case. My best friends mother has incredibly loopy handwriting; upon seeing my name (Britt) scrawled on her refrigerator I dramatically exclaimed something along the lines of "why did you write my number under the word BUTT?!?" And so it started.

The name was exclusive to just family at first but then it spread to a few of my friends and now my friends' kids refer to me as 'Aunt Butt'. I've answered to this name proudly for nearly half my life and it never occurred to me that it might be inappropriate. Then it happened...

I took my bestie's kiddo (we'll call him A) to McDonald's. We ate some lunch and then, of course, it was time to play on the playground. I parked myself on a nearby bench and supervised as 'A' ran wild. After a few ups and downs on the playground it was decided that 'A' desperately needed my attention and so, from the top of the playground, he proceeded to yell my name. 'Buuuuutttttt!!!' 'Aunt Buuuutttt, look at meeeeee!!' I have never been up out of a chair quicker in my life. 'A! I'm right here,' I hushed him. My face turned about 10 shades of red as I realized practically every adult in the vicinity of the playground was now looking at me with quizzical stares. I was soooo embarrassed...at the time. Now, I giggle every time I think about it.

That's the thing about nicknames, sometimes they're totally awesome, sometimes they make you blush but it's typically a term of endearment and there's nothing wrong with that. I proudly answer to ALL my nicknames and I'm secretly waiting for one of the kids to mention their 'Aunt Butt' at school because I KNOW that's gonna be a funny story and I won't be the one blushing this time =0P