Ever supportive, I asked him how he would like for me to refer to him in my blog. With absolutely no hesitation, he replied, "Moose".
I offer this picture as evidence of why I think this may be a misnomer.
Moose doesn't care. In his mind, he is "Moose". When he was an infant, his mom bought him some lace up hiking boots and we referred to them as his "moose boots" because he just looked like a little lumberjack. Now? Not so much.
I tried. I suggested Bubba or Buddy or Charlie
(as in Charlie McCarthy) but no - it must be Moose.Moose it is. Maybe it will become a self-fulfilling prophecy and some of the tons of food that he eats every day will actually stay on his body.
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And Moose it is....
When my oldest was born, I didn't like the "shortened" version of his name - however when he started talking he called himself by the shortened version and thus - its his name now.
Moose is a fine nickname. Love the mowhawk.
I LOVE Mooses. Seriously, the whole house is filled with them.
Moose is better than the one that didnt stuck...nibble nuts (a la his dad and siblings)
well.. the local moose in the valley (yes as far as I know there is only one)... has a little moose.
I may try to photograph it this weekend if I'm lucky enough to see them.
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