We have been teasing Violet by calling her Muffin lately. It's pretty funny because most of the time she hates it, scowling and crossing her little arms over her chest, saying, "My not Muffin! My Wiolet! No fair!" Of course, this assertion really just brings on the giggles, at least for me.
I sing her a silly song: My Muffin, my Muffin! How I love my little girl, my Muffin! My Muffin, my girl!
She detests this. And, like most parents, I sing it anyway.
Last night I was playing with her, rolling around on my bed and pretending to eat her. I started "munching" on her shoulder and said, "MMMM! Tastes like green beans!"
Through peals of laughter, she said, "My not green beans! My Muffin!"
So I started singing the Muffin song. She growled at me -- which is pretty funny because her growl is actually pretty deep for such a little girl. Her growling was accompanied by little clawing hands reaching out for me, ala cat claws.
So I did what any self-respecting mother would do -- I pretended to run away, screaming, "Oh, no! The Man-Eating Muffin is going to get me!"
So, future daters-of-my-daughter, that's the reason she's been nicknamed the "Man-Eating Muffin." No other reason, got it?