Strap in Blitz - this is going to be a long one - likely with no real pay off. But I need to vent…
8 years, 8 months, and 3 days ago - my first daughter was born. We asked the grandparents what name they’d like to go by. My parents went for Grandpa and Nanny, Mrs Brem’s parents chose Poppy and Nan. So far, so good. Not too confusing - and reasonable requests.
As our daughter learnt to speak, she had trouble saying Poppy. What came out in fact, was Pipi. Or, to be phonetically correct - PeePee. (Yep, like a doodle). Not to worry, Poppy was happy enough, and said that “he quite liked Pipi” - much to our amusement. (This became funnier about 5 years later, when after 30+ years of marriage and 2 kids, he revealed that he was gay. Quite likes Pipi indeed…)
So, Pipi it is. We’ve since had a second daughter - and Poppy is still Pipi, and still fond of it as far as I know. (I voted yes by the way) And, I should mention, our kids love him too. (Yes, my daughters love Pipi).
Fast forward a couple more years. Mrs Brem’s Brother has now had a couple of young uns. The first is a boy. (The first grandson, and my only nephew to this point). Naturally, I have converted him (and Mrs Brem’s brother) to Essendon supporters. There has also been some help from his in laws - good, strong, Essendon supporting people. (Who could be Blitzers I suppose. If so, please don’t mention this to your sister, it will definitely upset the apple cart)
Where was I?
Oh right. My nephew. Mrs Brem looks after him (and their daughter) once a week, and from time to time, Pipi (who is semi-retired) comes along and spends some time with them all. My nephew has now picked up on the fact that Poppy likes Pipi, and has started calling him that too.
Approximately 2 hours ago - Mrs Brem received a text from her brother. The kids names have been changed for their protection, and it went a little something like this:
"Hey sis, can you try not to call dad Pipi around [redacted]? He is coming home saying it and I don't want him to. He is Poppy to [redacted] and [redacted]. Thanks."
I should also mention that he has also told Mrs Brem that his son is not to play with Barbie dolls, wear any girls dress ups, or have his nails painted - presumably because he’s afraid that his son will catch the gay that his dad, his uncle, and his aunt have all caught and will then be too confused to love his son. (Yes, I’m being a little facetious)
Now Mrs Brem doesn’t get angry often. But she looks after little [redacted] and [redacted] once a week on her day off work and busts her bum picking up after them and feeding them etc. It’s fair to say she’s not real impressed, and I’m inclined to agree with her - I told her that she should tell her brother “in this house - his name is Pipi, and if you’re not happy with it, maybe the kids can go somewhere else on Mondays, and good luck finding somewhere free of charge.”
That’s apparently not the right solution…
But I’m ■■■■■■ off. Why should our kids have to change what they’ve called their grandfather for years? And how the ■■■■ do we defuse this situation without upsetting someone?