Don’t call me Skippy!
Reinout has found a new name for me – Skippy. In the beginning I thought it was one of those impulse names that would surely go away. But sadly this one appears to be staying. I can only think of one nickname that I really think is sweet – Petite Jolie, but that one he hardly uses anymore. Not surprising as I’m neither Petite nor Jolie nowadays. But Skippy? Do I really deserve such a dreadful name? It reminds me of SATC Miranda’s persistent ex that was very sweet but so goofy. Yes, Skippy has a very goofy connotation for me. If that was not all it sounds like the name of a dog. Dog names tend to end on a –y. Like Buddy, Poppy or Binky.
- I don’t want to be called Skippy I say.
- OK, Skip.
Reinout looks like he is enjoying this game. I am not. I stamp my foot in the ground but only manage to look like a 5 year old throwing a tantrum. I’ve tried everything, calling him names back, like Cone-head or Farty (no need to explain myself further), but to no avail. I’ve tried refusal of bringing him coffee in the morning, but he only shrugs his shoulders. He has much more fun, calling me Skippy to let this one pass. There is probably only one tactic left and that is to accept it. It will surely take away the fun. But who wants to be called Skippy for the next week or so?
