When we were little, my mother forbade our relatives from using petnames for us. “I took the trouble to give you’ll beautiful names and I don’t want some stupid nickname to stick,” she said.

I have no such qualms. So far, I have been calling my son:
Benji, the Benj, Benjification
Natwar, Nattu
Umvi, the Um
Noomi, Noomella, Noomer
Schmooney, Schmoonella, Schmoonmeister

Basically, everything except the name I so carefully picked out for him.

My mother has been calling him Chottu. She has been calling my sister’s new baby Putchki.

Go figure.