Well, I have a story.
After the adoption was final, when the children were invited by the judge to bang the gavel, and the clapping of the 60+ onlookers died down, Daniel came up to me and said, "Kelly!"
I said, "Hey, I'm your forever grandma now. You can't call me Kelly anymore. So how about grandma?" He made a face. He's good at those. "Nah!"
"I heard the French word for grandma is ma mere how about that one?"
He shook his head rapidly. I tried again, "Nana?"
A head tilt and frown. "So what would you like to call me?" I finally asked.
A huge grin replaced the frown. "Poo Poo"
"You want to call me Poo Poo?"
His little sister joined him. They both nodded enthusiastically.
So, X-ta. You can call me Poo Poo!
