Her nickname is butt of a family joke

Forget full disclosure–when it comes to childhood, I prefer delusions.

My nickname when I was growing up was Pooh, after the famed Winnie–or so I thought. One of the last times I talked to my mom, I told her how cute I found that.

She was quiet a moment, then laughed. “You thought it was Winnie the Pooh? Sweetie, your nickname was P-o-o.”

Next thing I know, she’ll be telling me I’m not destined to become a prima ballerina or Miss America.

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