Yep. Lady Gaga is a copycat.
If you’re surprised, I’ll tell you that story another day.
When Gibbs was just a wee Gibblet, the most “grandma” he could get out of his little mouth was “gaga.” The moniker stuck, and said Gaga (yep, all capitalized and everything) has been known by her pet name ever since.
It amazes me how sweet and lovey kids can be because they know granny keeps the good candy in that hidden pocket of her purse, and grampie knows how to build the coolest train set for Thomas and all his friendly-faced pals.
They basically invented grandparents, which is why I suppose it’s fitting they decide what to call them.
Papa is what my dad answers to around here, and once Tilly joined the group, she added the very air-liney “Cram-Am” to the list, which is what we all now use when addressing my mother-in-law.
And, sure, there’s nothing wrong with sticking to the traditional titles, but the kid-created alternatives are just so irresistably, epically awesomesauce.
Don’t you think?
So is the bonding that follows of course. Don’t forget the bonding.
What do your kids use?