When Will was a tiny baby, I found myself calling him “Pudd”. Growing up in the South (as I did) you learn that everyone is either “Pudd” or “Shoug” (as in, think “pudding” and “sugar”, cut off the ends of the words, and you’ve got the correct pronouncation). Never in a million years would I have thought that one of those words would have left my lips in reference to my own child. But, it did. I called him “the pudd” “little puddin'” and just “pudd”. After a few months I picked up other nicknames (little man, crazy-go-nuts, wild man, monkey) and “pudd” fell to the way-side.
It’s moments like these that make me think I never should have dropped “pudd”. 
{ 2005 07 25 }
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