I always kind of felt both left out and special at the same time. My dad referred to himself as Monkey Doodle Number One, while my older sister was Monkey Doodle Number Two.

Later on in life my little sister called me Deeda. That is a name that came back to haunt me in college.

And of course, the old standby. Trish the Dish.

We have BILLIONS of nicknames for Georgia! (I think the “well-loved” theory is right on!)

My best friend in high school called me Cornflower from the way her Mom miss heard my last name.

I was mostly called Little Mary Gray. Little is what people said instead of Jr. Little Bill, Little Louis, Little Nick, etc.

There’s a rumor that the child with many nicknames is well loved