Lately we have had several conversations about what Hayes should call Libba and I.
We have gone through all of the obvious choices, you know the ones, and I have stated that I think we should let him be the one to decide. Well that might work if anyone would be patient enough for it to happen but we doubt that they will.
I started thinking about names and nickname that I have been called, some of them not flattering, and really don't think that any of them are appropriate for a young man to call his mother's father.
There is a man on my job in Heflin that calls me "Pete". I bet you wonder why. I have not a clue.
One day he called me Pete and I asked if he knew my name and he said "Yeah, Wayne, but you look like a Pete to me".
In the not too far off future Hayes will look at Libba and I and decide what we look like to him. There are many things that would be acceptable to me but I have to tell you, I hope that I don't look like a "Pete".
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That's a good idea to let Hayes choose what he wants to call you; however, I have a story(when don't I?). When my "second family" and were growing up, for some reason we couldn't say grandma or grandpa, and so one of the grandmothers, fortunately not in my family, was called "Dummy" and that name stuck and all our lives that's what we called her, even to adulthood; she never seemed to mind! So "qualify" your needs for names!
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