My two-year-old loves making up nicknames for people in our family. Daddy is "Daddy the doctor" or "Daddy the Raffi", her sister is "Abby the Sissy" or "Abby the Boo-Boo", and I am "Mommy the Salad".
My name is Allison, but my little one thinks it's Alice, like "Alice in Wonderland". Somehow, her little brain has transposed the sounds in the name Alice to sometimes sound like "salad". So, she often introduces me saying, "Mommy's name is Salad."
I don't correct her in front of anyone within earshot because I actually like her calling me "Salad" or "Mommy the Salad". It means that somewhere deep down she associates me with salad, which I eat multiple times per week. She always sees some sort of lettuce or vegetable medley on my plate, breakfast, lunch and dinner. My body at all times is digesting and integrating into each cell the healthy nutrients of my consumed vegetables, so in effect I am "the salad". I take pride in that, and I regret when I don't eat enough veggies in a day (notice I didn't say "fruits and veggies" because I rarely eat fruit -- but that's for another post on sugars at a later date).
So, if you ever have lunch with us (either out at Daphne's California Greek or some other healthy casual dining place around town), you will notice half the plate covered with salad and/or some vegetable mixture ... And you will probably hear my two-year-old ask if she can have some of my "Alice".
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