Good Luck Finding A Babysitter For Baby-Critter

, , , , , | Related | January 1, 2019

I’m visiting my aunt and my younger cousin who’s not quite five years old. My grandma gave me the nickname “Critter” while my mother was still pregnant with me and has called me that through my entire life, and my aunt has called me that my entire life, as well, only using my name when I am in trouble.

We realize my cousin doesn’t know my name because she asks my cousin, “Hey, can you go ask [My Name] if he’s going to stay for dinner?” My cousin looks at her like she grew a second head. It takes her a couple minutes to realize what the problem is and she just bursts out laughing.

My aunt comes out of the kitchen with my cousin behind her, points to me, and asks, “What’s his name?”

My cousin says, “Critter,” and my aunt has to grab onto the wall to stop herself from falling over laughing.

She explains to me what’s making her laugh and I fall out of my chair laughing. My cousin is looking at us both like we’re crazy, but he starts laughing at us because we’re both having trouble breathing at this point.

We have to talk to him for almost an hour to convince him that Critter isn’t actually my name; it’s a nickname, just like he has a nickname.

Even now, almost three years later, every so often my aunt points at me and asks my cousin, “Hey, what’s his name?” Now he actually says my name when she asks him, but he still only calls me Critter.

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