They'll respond in kind, of course.
One recent morning, perhaps a bit sleepy still herself, Joanne watched as her dozy 10-year-old daughter made her way to the kitchen.
"Good morning, Sweet Peaness," Joanne said to her. Realizing the mix-up as soon as the words left her mouth, Joanne fumbled to set it right quickly. "I mean, good morning, Sweetness...Sweet Pea...Honey."
"Mom, did you just call me a p*nis?"
Why, yes, in a manner of speaking, that's precisely what she called her.
It's a story the two girls are likely not to tire of telling any time soon. And it's a story I think of every time Joanne now calls or texts me. Why? Because I have renamed her "Sweet Peaness" in my contact list.
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