We were at my dad and step-mom's house for dinner last night. Our niece Abby played a little joke on my dad and he said, "Oh, you..." I really expected him to finish the sentence with "Puke Chunk." Puke Chunk?! What the hell?!
Then I realized my dad used to call me PUKE CHUNK when I was little and would give him a hard time. As we all laughed hysterically at my recollection, he admitted that indeed that was one of his pet names for me. Talk about a repressed childhood memory. But, luckily for me, last night was the first time I wrapped my head around just how GROSS that phrase is. When I was a kid, I just thought it was a term of endearment.
I feel like so many questions have been answered all of a sudden. And, I feel like maybe my dad owes a few coins to the therapy fund himself!
Here I am with my big sister, Brandy.
Daddy's little "Puke Chunk".
4 comments:
My father called me poot or big bird - not nice at all as I was extremely tall and well poot - really thanks dad
nicole - we should start a support group.
I have the right degrees for it - counseling - hmmm - but I think the best I can do is make sure Ash has just as much anguish and embarrassment as I had and the cycle will continue to flourish!
EXCELLENT plan. i'm in.
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