Early tomorrow morning we are headed westward to see our Perfectrr Grnadchildren, aka Pumpkin and the Pie Boy. I have always used the endearment Punkin for Suzannah (6) but was corrected last visit when I asked Alan if he was my Punkin.
He shook his head vigorously. "I no Punkin."
"Are you my Cookie then?" I asked endearingly.
Emphatically, "No! I no Cookie!"
"What are you then?"
A moment's thought. "I Pie Boy." (He's two. How much pie has he ever eaten?
Pumpkin or Pie Boy, they are so declicious, I could eat them up!