My sister commented on my last blog, about nicknames! So I thought I should include the story to which she somewhat referenced. When I was about three and a half, my very first nephew was born...thus making me an aunt. But if ya'll aren't aware... in Texas, "Aunt" is pronounced, "Ant." At the mere age of three and a half years however, this fact was lost on me. My sisters and my mother informed me shortly before dear Andrew was born, that I would soon become an "ant" ! I very clearly remember being in the backyard when this happened, walking on the sidewalk that circled our pool. I wrinkled my face and crinkled my nose in response.
"I don't want to be an ant! Ants bite me!"
"I want to be a rolly polly!"
Rolly pollies were my favorite... and they will forever hold a special place in my heart, as I believe they do in the hearts of most everyone. My sisters tried to explain that they meant "aunt" and not "ant" and that it would be rather silly for my nephews and nieces in the future to call me "rolly polly emily" instead of "aunt emily" but I was quite adamant on the issue and stated the obvious.
"They'll just have to get over it!"
Atleast that's how I remember it going.
Now adays, most of my nephews and nieces just call me Emily. I'm pretty close in age to most of them, at least relative to the age gaps I share with my own siblings... so calling me Aunt is really far too formal and impersonal. Atleast in my opinion. Although on the off occasion, they will call me "Auntie Em, Auntie Em!" But always with a smile on their faces ;)
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