They should be approved by the person to whom they are given but they never are. They are gleefully imposed by siblings, parents, and friends, and occasionally the playground bully. Sometimes they're cute but in my personal experience they are always unfortunate... Danny, Big D, Dizzle, Dano, Storck the dork. You can see why I'm not a fan. I've been nickname-less for a few years and that's been nice. Now the one person who is supposed to be my "safe haven" is calling me Boobers. Boo. Bers. Worst part is, he won't stop.
And now I'm responding to it.
Why not just ignore it? Nip it in the bud? Well because he is persistent and I don't have the stamina to argue this forever, so I conceded.
Pick your battles..
Speaking of randomness, doesn't this slice of bread look like it has a face?
~Mrs. P
i wish my nickname was Boobers :)
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