My nephew came up with Nina for my Mom and Bubpa/Buppa (I'm not sure how this gets spelled) for my dad. I was there when he first called my dad that. He was a wee little toddler and we'd gone for a walk/tow him in the wagon. Dad had not gone for a walk and when we rounded the corner and saw Dad in the yard E said, with a voice full of love and awe "Bubpa" and like flew to him as fast as he could on his chubby little toddler legs.

My dad is and has always been E's favorite person.

Instead of Daddy for the longest time he said "Deeda" I think when he finally hit pre schoool he switched to Daddy. My brother loved having his own special name.

I called my grandparents Grandma and Grandpa First name. Except my mom's mom who was Grandma First and Middle Name.

one set of cousins called my paternal Grandpa PawPaw but we never did. This Grandpa had nicknames for all the cousins - Little Missy, Little Beaver, Thumper, Sassafras and I can't remember the other one. I was Little Missy.

Timelies all!

My parents are Grandma and Grandpa. Gary's mom is Nana Herfirstname. Gary's dad and stepmom are Saba and Sovta(guessing on the spelling, as those are hebrew words for Grandpa and Grandma).

My paternal grandmother was Grandma, and my maternal grandmother was Mammoo (thanks to the first child of my generation on that side being unable to pronounce Memaw corectly as a toddler; she fared better than his paternal grandmother, Ka-ka). Both grandfathers were long dead before grandkids entered the picture, so they were never really called anything.

I always expected and wanted to be called Nana, but our stepson already had a Nana, and I wanted him to call me the same as any other grandchildren, so I settled on Grammie. It does stand out against MeeMaw, Nana, and Grandma Shirley, and it was a sturdy stanchon in the welter of step-grands as their mother married five times and they were presented with a smorgasbord of grandmother names and a few grandfather names as well. H has only ever been Grampa. "You know the rule when you borrow the car?" "Yes, Grampa."

Amy, were your Mom-Mom and Pop-Pop from the Mid-Atlantic? I've only ever heard people from around here use those names. My Mom joked about being called Granny, as in the image of an old granny in a rocking chair smoking a pipe on a porch. It stuck, though!

They were, lisah! Delaware, in fact, although MomMom was born and raised in West Virginia.

Actually, the old great grandparent I had was my father's grandmother, Gram Morgan. And by the time I knew her she was Gram to pretty much everyone, including neighbors and people at church.

We saw the touring production of Hamilton today! So good!

mac texted me "demanding" money from the car fund I have been saving for him. He wrote "I am not going to argue back and forth with you, just give me my money". HAHAHA

The money is graduation gift and proceeds from sale of the car that I generously have set aside hoping he'd get his shit together.

He apparently "needs" to go to Six Flags, so he needs $65.

Oh wee child. How many ways can I say no? Today we may find out. As for now, I have stopped responding.

Tell him that people who don't know where they're going to be living in 28 days don't get to go to Six Flags.

(I'm wondering if you should talk to a lawyer and set up provisions in your will to put your estate in a trust that will only disburse money to him in stages, or leave it to your parents to administer for him until he's 25 or whatever. Because he's going to blow through it and be homeless if he got a lump sum, at this stage.)

I need money to go to Six Flags, too!

Except between tickets and bus fare, I'm gonna need way more than $65. I guess Mac is kind of a bargain?