Before we had Thing 2, Hubs and I took the boy to see the Diary of a Wimpy Kid movies. I’m really not sure who laughed the hardest — the adults or the kid. Because honestly? When the first movie came out, the boy had no idea what junior high school would be like, but Hubs and I had already lived it.
Greg Heffly and Rowley Jefferson nailed it. There is no movie in existence that’s more accurate of 6th and 7th graders. Hubs and I have seen all the movies about three times, and we STILL laugh. They get funnier every single time we watch them.
When Thing 2 came along, Hubs and I immediately remembered that Greg’s little brother, Manny, had called him “Bubbie.” Of course, this is all fine and dandy at home, but when Manny yells out Greg’s nickname in front of all of his peers, the junior high boy isn’t exactly excited.
Because really? Junior high kids are PRIME TARGETS for embarrassment.
(Just ask the boy. I told him the other day that maybe we could do the Mother / Son Dance at his school to What Does The Fox Say? He looked at me and said, “There isn’t a dance like that!” And I said, “Oh, yes there is! Didn’t you see Diary of a Wimpy Kid?” Suddenly the boy was horrified. He said, “I won’t do it. I won’t dance.” I said, “I think you have to participate to pass the 7th grade.” I thought the poor kid was going to cry, and then he said, “I guess I’ll be in the 7th grade for the rest of my life then.” I told him we needed to get practicing, because we didn’t want Enzo and his mama beating us with their perfectly choreographed routine.)
When Thing 2 was about to arrive, Hubs and I told the boy that YES and INDEED! We were going to call HIM “Bubbie,” and we were going to have Thing 2 use that moniker every single day. The boy was horrified, because he knew how Greg Heffly had reacted to such an embarrassing nickname.
Hubs and I stayed true to our word.
The boy has been “Bubbie” at our house since the day Thing 2 came home from the hospital. In fact, Thing 2 doesn’t even know his brother’s real name! He has no idea what it is! It’s because the boy is officially Bubbie to him.
And Bubbie has been so smitten with his baby brother, that he doesn’t even care. In fact, dare I say it? I honestly think that the boy is DADGUM PROUD to have a special nickname from his baby.
Well… Look what Grammy found for Thing 2 to wear:
Little Thing 2 ADORES his Bubbie. He copies everything he does. He wants to do everything Bubbie does. Thing 2 wants to be thirteen, too, and run with the big boys!
After I snapped some pictures of Thing 2 by himself this morning, I called Bubbie in and said, “We need pictures of the brothers together.”
Nothing excites a junior high boy MORE than sitting in front of a camera.
(Unless it’s the thought of practicing a dance routine with your mother for a school dance competition.)
And then Thing 2 demonstrated his adoration and heartfelt love for his older brother.
We’re just keeping it real around here, people. I wouldn’t want you to think that unicorns skip and fairies sprinkle sparkles everywhere whenever I pull my camera out. Boys are almost always horrendously difficult to photograph.
Kind of like the Sasquatch.
Y’all have a great weekend.