They call me Nanny That's not my name

That's not my name. Do you know this tacky little song by a group called, wait for it, The Ting Tings? No, probably not because like me you are old. Well, not really old but WAY too old for this song. My 8 year old goddaughter, I'll call Princess S, did a competitive style dance to this song. I didn't understand what "style" was. I took dancing. 14 years of it. No "style" for me. After seeing the DVD of her dance I'm now thinking "style"" could possibly be code for "stripper". They wore thigh highs as part of the dance. I often weep for the future.

The memory was burned onto my brain. I watched it the day before my breast reduction. The next morning when I was starting to come out of the anesthesia, the 1st thing I remember thinking about was that damn song. Over & over. That's not my name, that's not my name.

Your brain on drugs can be a weird place.

That made me think of this:

Princess S, I do believe, was the first of my godchildren to call me "Nanny Nique". I'm not quite sure how that got started. Princess S is my 3rd godchild. I have 6 total. Yes, 6. What can I say, I'm just a girl who can't say no.

My 1st godson, who is also my cousin, never called me anything other than my name. I was only 13 when I became his godmother. He's a twin so I guess they were scrambling for 4 godparents. Oh and yeah, we don't have a plethora of relatives.

2 godsons I rarely see because they live in Texas. They called me "Mo". Since that's what their mother, my friend, calls me.

Another godson, the Jackelope, calls me "Mo". Since again his parents, my friends, call me that.

My final godson and nephew, the Honey Badger, will call me "Nanny Nique". He will call me that when he can talk. Nothing yet. He's only 4 months old.

Oh Lord, I hope he doesn't invent his own name. I'm going to become Sybil.

Princess S has a brother, the Prince, who also calls me "Nanny Nique" although I am not his godmother. No big deal, kids need consistency. One time he did ask why I wasn't his godmother. I told him to ask his mother. This is when the rolls were still open. They are now closed

I also have 2 nieces who are cousins with the Princess & the Prince. Therefore, they too, call me "Nanny Nique".

When I saw my 4 year old niece, J-girl, right before Christmas, she heard the other half call me "Mo". She got the most puzzled look on her face. She then asked me,"Who's Mo?". I told J-girl that my name was actually Monique. Not "Mo" and not "Nanny Nique" but Monique. She was a little perplexed by this and spent the rest of the day calling me Monique.

Wait! That's not my name! Oh, wait, it is!