While Nugget is an alias I use for the blog, it is also a nickname we use in real life. I hadn't intended on giving our son a random nickname, but when I laid eyes on him for the first time, he was so much bigger and softer than I had imagined, all compact in the way newborns curl up, I turned to Hubby and said, "Oh my, he's such a big Nugget!" And his Tummy Mummy claimed to have a craving for McNuggets throughout her pregnancy with him, so Nugget just seemed fitting.
Yesterday, we were playing a silly game in the car, where the Nugget calls out a series of words, and I call back to him. (Backstory: At one restaurant we frequent, the Nugget has a choice between chicken nuggets or chicken strips. Lately, he's been choosing the strips.)
N: Oh, Mommy.
M: Oh, Nugget. (I really said Nugget, not his name.)
N: Oh, Strip.
M: (pause) Huh? Oh, do you mean like a chicken strip?
N: Yes. Oh, Nugget. Oh, Strip. I'm not a Nugget anymore, I'm a Strip. And you're a Strip. And Daddy's a Strip. We are a family of Strips.
Pictured, the Nugget turns a basket into the world's tallest fez. If I can just get him to pose like this, the Will Ferrell resemblance continues.