Will it make all the suffering in life just fade away?
Tonight my godchild called (and then texted, because the actual call kept dropping) to find out how I felt about being their "unty . . . a mix of uncle and auntie" because they had decided that my significance in their life warranted a more directly familial title than "godparent." I have no idea how often I will be actually be addressed as such, but I am informed the nomenclature has made it into my contact information on their phone. I am honored and delighted. Later in the night they reached out again through their mother to make sure I knew about mac and cheese on toast. I do now.


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It really made me happy.
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Thank you!
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They seem to like it!
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"Niblings" is the term I'm familiar with.
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I wondered if they wanted a reciprocal new term, but it didn't come up! Whereas the status change on my part seemed imperative to them, in that I am told they spent most of the day brainstorming an appropriate designation. I figure I can always ask just to make sure.
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[It isn't always people; sometimes it's business plans or Rube Goldberg machines or training the turtle to play the thumb piano.] If I ask them, they will probably say "I dunno, nephew," because if they aren't a boy I will eat my fountain pen without ketchup.
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It's still rather marvelous to me.
If I ask them, they will probably say "I dunno, nephew," because if they aren't a boy I will eat my fountain pen without ketchup.
They filled out "demi-boy" on the questionnaire for Pride, which I have been assuming they know whereof.
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They are wonderful.
(Is neiph your own coinage? I've never seen it!)
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It's delightful. Thank you for bringing it to my attention.
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AWWWWWW. How sweet!
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I went and hugged my mother a bit afterward.
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I'm told it was peer-reviewed by a bunch of queer tweens.
There's this one bar in Philly, Good Dog, that has a really nice oven-baked macaroni and cheese. Strangely, they serve it with blueberry cornbread. I guess they feel you need some carbs with your carbs.
I mean, I do eat potato knishes . . .
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I have to remember to mention this to
What an excellent kidling!
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Nice!
If it catches on beyond our family, please let me know so that I can pass the news back to my godchild.
What an excellent kidling!
They really are.
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Thank you.
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We owned, at that moment, cherries and strawberries and cucumbers and carrots and celery and seaweed and mini tomatoes and roasted chicken and peanut butter and oatmeal and yogurt and feta and little mozzarella balls to have with the mini tomatoes, they did not have to enact rationing
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I think your child just likes starch.
*hugs*
(They don't want that seaweed, they can ship it to me.)
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(I suspect mac and cheese on toast is a taste sensation. It reminds me a bit of the spaghetti toasted sandwiches I used to eat in New Zealand.)
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Thank you!
(I suspect mac and cheese on toast is a taste sensation. It reminds me a bit of the spaghetti toasted sandwiches I used to eat in New Zealand.)
Talk to me about spaghetti toasted sandwiches!
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That's delightful!
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I'm really pleased it's what they want to call me.