(Photo stolen from these guys)
Our cousins came for a visit this weekend, including darling, confident little 4-year-old Ivy. She's a ball of energy and delight, and the girls had a great time with her. But she had a hard time with names, often calling both girls by the same name, and calling me "Sparky and Smedley's Mother." My mom was simply "Grandma," although she really isn't. And Ivy couldn't remember Chas's name at all.
So he lied to her.
"Hey, watch me jump in the pool -- hey, what's your name again?" she asked him.
"Chas." The first time. The next time Ivy asked, Chas answered
"Oh, okay, watch me jump in the pool, Zontar."
So guess what Chas's new nickname is? Except that I'm as bad as Ivy, and I keep called him Zamfir, Zigzag and Zip-Loc. That'll teach him.