BubbaFebruary 18, 2010 at 11:01 pm | Posted in Giggles | 7 Comments
It’s one of my son’s nicknames. And not one given to him by a great aunt who makes prize-winnin’ peach pie. It was me. I did it. And it vexes me.
Really, I just kept mixing up two nicknames. I’d start to call hum “Buddy” and then finish with “Brother.” After too many verbal mash-ups, what came out was “Bubba.” Like a hybrid. Only not so PC.
I am not a stranger to the South. I prefer my okra fried. I dig scattered, smothered, and covered hash browns. And I think Winn Dixie has the best baked goods around. So I feel as though I can dislike this nickname while still embracing Southern culture. Or at least without slighting it too, too much.
It’s just, when I hear myself call him “Bubba,” certain images flash through my head. Like we ought to go ahead and buy him the F-150. Or ask the Easter Bunny to bring him his first spittoon.
I’ll Take “Words that Start with B”
But this is only part of my semantic anxiety. Consider the other “B” words in our house. There’s Bobo, which is our dog’s nickname. And there’s boo-boo. Which, as every parent knows, is an injury that requires a kiss and, occasionally, a band-aid.
For example: “Look, Bubba, here comes sweet Bobo to lick your snot give your boo-boo a kiss.”
Except I’m always confusing this, too. Chronic sleep deprivation? Chronic chocolate deprivation? Chronic Elmo deprivation? (Well, definitely not that last one.) Whatever the cause, it is not unusual to hear me say, “Bobo, let go of Bubba!”
And if Bobo has Bubba, then I better stop blogging and pay a tad more attention.
The Bright Side
But let’s think about this. Surely “Bubba” has some positives.
OK, here’s one: It sounds like “bubbles.” And my son loves bubbles. Also, it’s easy to say “Bubba” and laugh at the same time. Especially during family tickle-fests. Then there’s the high Star Wars role-playing quotient (Bubba the Hut, Bubba Fett, Chewbubba, you name it).
Plus, Wikipedia says it’s a term of endearment. (And Wikipedia knows everything.)
OK, I guess Bubba’s not so bad. I guess I won’t be buying that spittoon after all.
’Cause I’m still holdin’ out for the Easter Bunny.
**Disclaimer: Goodness knows, it’s hard enough to find a name you like. If you have intentionally named/nicknamed your bundle of joy “Bubba,” let’s get together soon for some sweet tea. I’d love you to convince me I’m wrong on this one.