Kid2 and Mr. B. at the Father Daughter Dance this year.
My Mr. B. and I call each other names- lots and lots of names. Some would say it wasn’t nice. I would say to those who say it isn’t nice- you don’t know us!
After a long day of baking cookies Mr. B. will come home and say “Hello, Cookie McCookerson”
Say I have driven a long night to Mt. Perfect and I call him to say that I have arrived safely. He may say to me “Glad to know you arrived safely Drivey McDriverson”.
Maybe he spent a long day mowing the lawn? I might say to him, “Hey there Sweaty McSweaterson or Mowey McMowerson”
Lets say he fixed my brakes and worked on my truck, I would probably say to him, “Your quite something Truckey McTruckerson”
Sometimes he calls and I might be taking a nap. When he comes home he will probably say to me “I tried to call you today Sleepy McSleeperson”…
So lately I have been calling him “Leavey Mc Leaverson” because he is leaving the country and I am Sadey McSaderson about it!