Z is for Ziggy. No the cartoon character. I mean my daughter, Ziggy. Nope, not her real name (the nurse in the delivery room threatened to take her home if I'd actually named her that). It is her nickname. Long story how it came to be, but it was assigned in utero--back in the day before we knew the gender before birth. She didn't look at all like a Ziggy, but it stuck, anyway.
She's goes by more than Ziggy. There's Zigzee, Megan Maroo, Zigoletto, and the Zigmeister. Similarly, her brothers have nicknames too, Natters and Fuzzy Schmo, among others.
The reason this is on my mind today is because of something my 5 year old granddaughter (who is Nattiecakes) said to me last week. Nattie and I both have puppies. Hers is six weeks older than mine. My little guy is Leo. He is also Leomoemoeway, and he is Schmo-Schmo (along with Stop, No Bite, Bad!) and he recognizes all of them as his name when it's spoken (or in some cases, shouted).
Last Friday, I called Leo "Schmo-Schmo", and Natalie said, "Daisy doesn't have any other names yet."
It got me thinking. How many of us assign nicknames? How many of us have nicknames? What determines if a Megan is also affectionately known as a Ziggy? Are there some people who don't give nicknames to their children and pets?
And please--share your nickname, and the story of how you got it. :-)
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