There was an incident on the school bus recently, which has led to our family needing to rename the Boombah. We're thinking "Pleasantly Plump" might be approrpiate, or "Slimically Challenged" or possibly maybe "Donut" (as he is sweet, round and a little bit fatty!)
From the moment our youngest emerged into the world, all 9 and a half pounds of him, round, squishy soft and with cheeks that begged to be squeezed, he's been known as Boombah. We used to sing the Fatty Boombah song to him while cuddling him and gazing into his eyes. He just IS a Boombah - he's the very essence of the word!
But sadly, it's time to rename the baby.
The Rabbit apparently misunderstood the loving and caring attitude behind the name that made it an acceptable and loved nickname in the family, and referred to another child from school as a "Fatty Boombah". And got himself into a lot of trouble, as the Principal happened to be riding on the bus that day.
Which is why I found myself explaining to the Principal the next day WHY my child might think it's okay to refer to someone as a Fatty Boombah. And why I've decided a name change is on the cards!!
How does one eloquently explain that, at 30+ years old, I thought it was a good idea for my children to call the plump youngest member of our family a Fatty Boombah? How do you swallow that look of combined suprise-disapproval clearly lacking in humour and continue to justify WHY the baby is called Fatty Boombah.
the Boombah was sitting on my hip at the time of this "discussion", but I resisted the urge to hold him up say "LOOK! He IS a Fatty Boombah!! THIS is a Boombah".
I just turned very very red, hung my head in shame, agreed that it was a "very silly thing to do" ( I THINK he was talking about the Rabbit and not my naming skills!) and scurried into the classroom feeling like I was in primary school again!
4 comments:
Bwahahahaha. That is priceless and quite possibly something I'll be facing myself with all the nicknames we give our children!
I still find it very intimidating having to meet with the principal. Never would have imagined that I'd still feel like a naughty little kid at 30+ but I guess it's like seeing the police. I am scared of authority! LOL
Imagine how I felt when I learnt what the word "dillberry" actually meant. It was a gentle term meant to lesson the impact of any bullying or name calling on DS1.
Can you empathise with my dismay when it was revealed that it referred... well, I'll let you google and discover for yourselves what a monumental stuff up it has evolved into.
"No son, don't call other kids dillberries in front of the teachers!"
ROFL MM @ dilberry. I had NO idea that that is what it referred to. (I just googled) Why give something so gross such a cute-sounding name hey?!!
OOOOHHH no - never knew what a 'dillberry' was.... ooooouu!! so sorry for you!
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