Friday, May 3, 2013

Popper

    My kids paternal grandmother goes by the name Lovely. The name was coined because she would call her first granddaughter Lovely and her granddaughter returned the compliment by calling her Lovely as well. So, in the spirit of great grandparent names, the question was posed to my parents, what are my kids going to call you?
     My mother ended up with the name Gran. We decided to combine the word grandma and my daughter's name, Nola, and we came up with Granola, Gran for short. My dad just wanted to be the Grand-pa-pa. He would roll his "r" when he said grand and put a strong emphasis on pa-pa. This name was too much for my girl to say so she shortened it and called him Popper. Now everyone calls him Popper.
     Popper is a silly guy and the kids love it. Last night my Nola said, "Every time I say to Popper, do you know what, he says chicken butt. Did he say that when you were younger?"
     To which I replied, "Yes, my Bug, he did."
     Then she said, "I bet Gran looks at him with her eyebrows down because she thinks he's too silly."
     "Right again, Bug." Such a smart girl.
   
     

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