While we were waiting and waiting at the endoscopy clinic to be allowed out of the waiting area to wait some more, we were delighted by a young man and his antics. His mom was very happy to tell everyone all about him, so I know that he's three, that he's about to start three-year-old daycare and that by her own admission she's a little clingy. He was totally hyperkinetic for ages and ages, playing mostly with a paper tissue that he would sling into the air over and over again. Finally she clapped a pacifier in his mouth and damned if it didn't pacify him. Mostly.
The little boy is named Jayquan, but prefers to be called Stegaboo. I mean REALLY prefers to be called Stegaboo. She kept explaining to him that his name is Jayquan and that Stegaboo is a nickname. She kept asking what he was going to be called at daycare and he said "Stegaboo." Over and over again, she would tell him that the daycare would call him Jayquan and then she would ask him again. He insisted he would be called Stegaboo. He never threw a tantrum; he just wouldn't be budged. It probably sounds annoying, but it was really cute. It probably helped having a little kid say a funny word like Stegaboo over and over. So remember: fifteen years from now if you hear of some major college athlete nicknamed Stegaboo, I saw him first!
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