Munchkin

We have taken to calling the baby “munchkin.” I’m sure every baby gets some sort of nickname from their parents. My neighbor’s dad called her “peanut.” He actually called her that right up until the day he died. He said it’s because that’s what she looked like the first time he saw her on the sonogram.

Well, Troy is our little munchkin. The name was more randomly-generated, but it has to do with him being a fully-formed little human. He’s like a littler version of ourselves. A mini me. A munchkin.

I was thinking of the irony of this nickname yesterday. Our son is in the 97th percentile for size, which means he’s as large or larger than 97 percent of the babies his age. So I’m imagining him one day standing there 6’5” and 250 pounds of muscle, and I’m calling him “munchkin.” The thought was so ludicrous that I couldn’t stop laughing.