My niece Klubnikis doesn’t call her father “papa,” “father,” “padre” or “Dad” even though she can say all these words perfectly well.
She calls him “Papoontin” because a shorter appellation must seem grievously inadequate for such an important person.
I don’t know what language Klubnikis is derived from, but it conjures the image of a very inquisitive, bright, and adorable little child. The talent for picking names clearly runs in the family.
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It’s part of being autistic that I don’t call people I care about with their actual names. I haven’t addressed my husband with his actual name a single time in our entire relationship. Every week I have a new nickname for him. 🙂 Klubnikis is based on the Russian word for “strawberry”. 🙂
You are right, she is a precious child. Multilingual, too. 🙂
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Rimi: Klubnikis is purely Clarissa’s invention :). It stems from the word ‘klubnika’ which means ‘strawberry’. It is indeed adorable and seems appropriate for my little one (whose actual name is Mikaela).
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The way I got from Mikaela to Klubnikis is easy: Mikaela – Mikis – Klubnikis. 🙂
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Yours sounds like a very charming family, The Sister. And it’s apparently full of people who are hot-tempered and speak their minds and adore each other, so I can relate to it completely 😉
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Rimi: you are absolutely right! Clarissa and I can debate about something for hours, then make peace and shift to a neutral subject. Passionate disagreemens and peace can happily co-exist. 🙂
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