In between sled pushes…A friend asked me the other day what “Beanie” was, which lead us into a short conversation about what we like to be called.
[[My dad calls me Beanie, (and occasionally my brother like five times in my life…Only when he really likes me and no one else is around) but that’s it. If you’re not them, don’t do it. ]]
Our conversation went along the lines of: “I like to be called Neen. But don’t call me Neen… unless your my brother, Jared, best friend, or I really like you”.
Apparently I’m not the only one who feels this way- she felt the same about her nickname!
We had a laugh, and both could relate to that awkward internal “wait a minute, WHAT did you just call me?!” moment that happens every time someone that has no place nicknaming us, nicknames us!
Happy Monday! 😆
