I think I might have to categorize this next story in the “this sort of crap only happens to me” file.
Here’s the thing: I refer to children as munchkins. I always have. It’s literally impossible for me not to. I even refer to my friend’s son as “Munch-munch”, a derivative of munchkin. I’ve always been a little way of this nickname – as I once told Rand, I’m absolutely petrified that I’ll call a child “munchkin” in front of a little person.
“Oh, please,” he said, rolling his eyes. “That is not going to happen.”
You know where this is going, right?
We were in Florida, visiting my cousin’s kids. We had taken them fishing.
My cousin’s youngest calls my name.
“What is it, munchkin?” I reply … just as a little person walks by.
I’m just going to quit talking in public.