I have a pet peeve.  I will explain it to you, and then you will understand…and probably agree.

Did you ever notice that most times someone uses your name in a sentence, you could easily replace the name with “Jackass” and the person’s true intent comes out?  I will give you an example.  Imagine this conversation:

BAGM:  We should do something about that piece of loose siding on the back of the house.
BAGD:  Yeah, I know.
BAGM:  Its really loud, I wonder if the kids can hear it banging at night.
BAGD:  I’ll look at it when the weather gets warmer.
BAGM:  And if the wind catches it just right, it might blow right off.   Might be hard to replace.
BAGD:  Yeah.  Good project for Springtime.
BAGM:  If its rainy and windy, is water getting in behind it?  Could it cause mold?
BAGD:  Beagoodmom, Its 10 degrees outside and the piece of loose siding is 15 feet up the back of our house.  I’ll look at it when the weather gets warmer.

Now, try the same conversation, replacing my name with the word “Jackass.”

BAGM:  We should do something about that piece of loose siding on the back of the house.
BAGD:  Yeah, I know.
BAGM:  Its really loud, I wonder if the kids can hear it banging at night.
BAGD:  I’ll look at it when the weather gets warmer.
BAGM:  And if the wind catches it just right, it might blow right off.   Might be hard to replace.
BAGD:  Yeah.  Good project for Springtime.
BAGM:  If its rainy and windy, is water getting in behind it?  Could it cause mold?
BAGD:  Jackass, its 10 degrees outside and the piece of loose siding is 15 feet up the back of our house.  I’ll look at it when the weather gets warmer.

See what I mean?  Think of the last time someone (boss/spouse/etc) used your name in a sentence.  See?  The only time I hear my name around here is if BAGD is yelling up/down the stairs for me, or in the “Jackass” context.  However, I am OK with it.  BAGD and I laugh about it…he knows it bothers me.   He thinks its cute.

But now Pookie  has been doing it.   He calls me “Mama,” of course.  But the intent is still there.

I want milk, Jackass.
Come sit in the tent, Jackass.
I want to go for a ride in the car, Jackass.
I had it first, Jackass!

Its starting to get on my nerves…but I also think its cute when he calls me “Mama” and its a good developmental thing.  So, I guess I will let it go.