Last night, as Keaton was getting ready for bed, he comes in my room to inform the Husband and I that he has a new nickname. "Call me Amarock", he says. "Ammawhat?", we reply. He sighs in frustration. "It's just that everyone has a nickname except me, and so I was reading a book about Amaron, and thought it sounded neat, but then I changed it to Amarock because it sounded WAY better, and so that is my nickname. Please call me Amarock from now on."
The Husband said "What's wrong with calling you 'bud'?" Bud is a nickname that we've been calling Keaton since he was a baby. It was what I called my little brother Ian growing up, and quite frankly, I still call him that. Anyway, Keaton replied "No! That's not a nickname. Amarock is a nickname!!"
So we said "Get outta here, Amarock. It's time for bed." Keaton beamed like you had just told him he could eat spaghetti for every meal for the rest of his life, and he scampered off to bed. Heath and I chuckled a bit, and then he said.."Wait, what was the name? I forgot already. Eragon? Endaron? Airrock?" It took a minute, but then I remembered. "Oh yeah, like the song "I Am A Rock...get it? Amarock".
This morning, as I went in to wake up Keaton for school, I nudged his sleeping form and said "Wake up Amarock!" He rolled over with a smile on his face and said "Mom, it's only a nickname. It's not my real name. Call me Keaton."