The Lifecycle of a Nickname

Claira was born on October 31st. Being a fall baby, she got a sweet little pumpkin hat at the hospital. Elsie was Elsie Pie before she was born and is still Elsie Pie or just "Pie" 3 1/2 years later. While pregnant with Claira, she became Claira Belle, and that has really stuck. But, this little pumpkin hat inspired me and she quickly also became "pumpkin pie" which turned into "punkin pie" which then became "punka pie" which turned into "punkers" and has now evolved into "punk." How awful is that? In defense, I'm completely thinking about that little pumpkin hat whenever I call her "punk." And, she doesn't get called that too often, maybe once a day...I still use "punkers" more often than punk, but Jason doesn't like it at all. He calls her "Peanut." I also call her "Sissy" which is sweet to me because that's a name I know well. It does pose a slight problem though. I grew up in a house full of boys so I was the only "Sissy." Around here, we've technically got two. Do we call them both "Sissy." Elsie has been known to say, "Call me Sissy!" or "I'm Punkers too!" Regardless of the many nicknames my daughters endure, none are as bad as the one my mother bestowed upon me. That name is unmentionable.