I love my god-daughter more than anything in this world. I have been there since she was born, and would do anything for her. We've spent countless nights asleep on the couch together with her curled on my chest. I've spent many, many nights with her wrapped in a blanket, in my arms, walking in a circle outside because she liked to see the stars as she fell asleep. She is the greatest thing on earth. Here recently, I've started a new job in Houston and haven't been able to see her as much. I called Jessica (my god-daughter baby mama) to see if I could pick Ashlyne (god daughter) up and take her with me for awhile. Jessica, of course, didn't have a problem with it because she knows that I would never let anything happen to Ashlyne, and she probably needed some time alone. I get to Jessica's house last night, after work, and go inside. Now, since the day Ashlyne was born she has been trained and coached to call me "Aunt Mae-Mae". My family, close-friends, and just about everyone else have called me Mae-Mae since I can remember. When Ashlyne first started talking, she called me "Mae". That was ok with me because we were only one "mae" away from being "mae-mae". Here goes the rest....
Jessica:"Ashlyne, Aunt Mae-Mae is here."
Me:"Why is she being so quiet? She usually runs outside to meet me."
Jessica:"She might be asleep, go check.."
...walking quietly into the little room of Winnie the Pooh that I love so much....
Me:"Hey Punkin, wake up." "You wanna go get some chick-chick fries?"
Ashlyne:"Hey Meggie, I missed you."
Once again, anyone that knows me, knows how much that name repulses me. I get an image of some little rich, snotty looking preppy slut, and it all goes downhill from there. I can not stand to be called that. Jessica is laughing so hard she is crying, and I'm so shocked I have nothing to say.....
Jessica:"I have no clue where she got that. I've always called you Mae Mae in front of her."
Me:"Ashlyne, my name is Aunt Mae Mae."
Ashlyne:"Uh huh, Meggie."
..this goes on for about 20 minutes and I finally give up, because like her mother and god-mother she is stubborn as hell and when she sets her mind on something, it's not changing...I go and put her car seat in my car and we head to McDonalds to get chicken nugget happy meals, or as Ashlyne calls them, "chick-chick fries".....
After waiting in line at the house of childhood horrors, we get back to my apartment and I set Ashlyne at the table and go about cleaning up while she eats. About 10 minutes goes by and I hear...
Me:"Punkin, my name is Mae-Mae"
Ashlyne:"OK Meggie, ketchup."
Fine, I will give in to her and let her call me whatever she wants because 1)she's two. 2)she's my god-daughter and 3) she's just so damn cute
I sit down to eat with her and she says "Meggie, watch Thomas." She's talking about her Thomas the Tank movie. I figure I can put this movie on, settle her in, and get a good 30 minutes to clean the rest of my house.....WRONG!
Ashlyne:"Meggie, watch Thomas me."
Me:"Baby, I'll watch in a minute. I'm cleaning."
Ashlyne:(with the pouty lip) "pleeeeeease."
Me:"Ok, I'll watch."
So I sit down on the couch and she curls up on my chest, just like she did when she was 6 months old, and we watch Thomas. I came to the sad realization that my life had come to eating happy meals, watching Thomas the Tank, and being called Meggie.......