Nicknames
From the earliest age, I remember people having nicknames. My parents always had nicknames for us kids. In fact, one of my sisters I have hardly ever called by her actual name. She has been known by a nickname since infancy. My parents also gave humorous nicknames to everyone they met. As a little girl, sometimes I didn't even realize they were nicknames. They fit their owners so well that I thought they were their real names! This has carried on into my adulthood. My husband never calls me by my name. My family never calls him by his name. It has become so that until you get a nickname you're really not that intimate with us. I even call my dogs by nicknames. At work, I have a coworker who shares this. We have nicknames for everyone. He has taken to reporting to me every man who neglects to wash his hands after using the bathroom, and those men are all now known as Tinkle Hands. We know a Quasimodo. One guy makes odd wardrobe choices, we call him Peps.