I’m sitting at my mom’s computer right now, while Luke, my cousin Harlan’s three-year-old, tells me that I’m the little cousin and he’s the big cousin. Three times this morning he has walked up to me, pointed his tiny finger at me and asked me in his stuffy little voice “who are you?” I tell him that I’m Meecie and that I’m his cousin. Each time he seems satisfied by my response, but then comes trotting fifteen minutes later to ask again. However, he has no problem remembering who the dog is, patting her and saying, “This is Bonnie, she’s a good girl.”
It is all very cute.
Awww… Meecie, huh?
Yep, Meecie or Meece have been my nicknames since I was tiny. I do still answer to both.