Drew wanted to help me today finish mixing up the flavors for shave ice. I’m sure you can imagine how much help a seven year old boy is around lots of liquid and sugary syrup! But, all in all, his help outweighed his hindrance and I’m glad I agreed to let him. At one point he did something, I don’t even remember what it was he did, and I thanked him and called him Cutie Patootie. He immediately said, “Mom, I live for those moments.” When I asked him what moments he was talking about he responded with, “When you call me Cutie Patootie!” Just goes to show, you never know what your words mean to others! He’s not only my Cutie Patootie, he’s my Monster Man, Silly Willy, Monster Magillaguppie, Sneaky Pete, Pete Monster, Drew Bear or just plain Charlie or Pete. Guess I’ll use Cutie Patootie more often though!
And a sid note – for some reason I’ve always called all my boys Pete when they were little. I have no idea why. But one day when my dad heard me call one of them Pete he asked me if I knew my Great Grandpa Asbery went by Pete. I had had no idea – but I guess somewhere, somehow I knew the name Pete meant something to me!