Since my daughter was born, my favorite nickname for her was baby doll. All my boys were huge, but Sadie as a baby was tiny, and she seemed like a little doll in my arms.
Now that she’s 4 ½, her nickname is a little less appropriate. She complains, “I’m not a baby!” And I tell her, “You’ll always be my baby.” But she’s less like a Kewpie now, and more like Kid Sister.
Also, she has a personality now. Like
The girl with a the curl
In the middle of her forehead,
When she’s good, she’s very good,
But when she’s bad, she’s horrid!
Today, she came trouncing down in a bright white Easter dress. Very pretty. And I was reminded of a song.
Lemon tree! Very pretty!
And the lemon flower is sweet.
But the fruit of the poor lemon
Is a thing one cannot eat.
So now she has a new nickname: Lemon Tree.
Not for tasting. She’s “my perfect little peach.” But I don’t need to coach her to stay out of reach.