You don't really pick the names you call your kids. The names come--out of the dust, or out of the cobwebs in your brain--and then the nickname cements into an unfortunate reality for your little ones. I never intended to call Lucy "Schmookie Coo-Coo" but there it was and there she was, and there it is.
Target and Lucy bonded a few weeks ago, and this is a visual documentary of that experience. Behold:
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