The Bird, the Bug and the Bean

The kids were playing, very ACTIVELY playing, in the family room Monday night. Brannock was flying from one couch to the other. They had every pillow and a third of the blankets in the house piled on the floor. Occasionally, Brannock would fly into the middle of the pile. Then he'd get up and flit from one room to another, a constant blur of motion. Ryson was sitting on the floor looking like the cute little bug that he is, when every now and then, his older brother would drop, almost mid flight, flat onto him, squishing him into the mound of pillows. Keaton, in the mean time, started to reek, as had been his habit every hour on the hour for the several days. So... I mentioned that I was going to call Brannock, "Bird" because he was always flitting and flying around the house... I was going to call Ryson, "Bug" because he was always getting squished and he was so darn cute... and I was going to call Keaton, "Bean" because he always smelled like he'd eaten too many beans, (I know you get my drift, we've talked about it before). Anyway, they thought it was funny. Keaton keeps saying, "I'm Bean, huh Gigi? I'm Bean" He's pretty taken with the name. (It may have somethihg to do with little boys and the strange affection they have for anything even closely related to bathroom humor.) Brannock has told several people who've popped in for visits that they have new names and proceeds to rattle them off. Let's see, that's Dustin, Davin, Dallin, Grandma, Lindsay, Trina and my good friend, Patti. So, Bird, Bug, Bean and Gigi are having a good time calling each other nicknames while listening to the snow and icicles fall off the roof. I suspect that we'll continue to have a good time with it until mom and dad come home and abolish the new handles. Isn't "handle" a strange thing to call a name? I wonder where and how that originated.