Tell me my names

"Tell me my names Mama," she says as I pull the quilt up around her. I recite the First, Middle, and Last names of the pajamaed pixie. "No, my other names, all of them." Well, let me think...

The day you were born, we saw the most perfect spiral swirl of hair on the back of your head, it looked just like the eye of a hurricane, so we called you 'Hurricane S!' When you started to live up to that name... we used it less.

"What else Mama?"

When you were just a tiny baby, you would make these little cries that sounded just like a hawk, so we called you 'Little Hawk.' You don't make those sounds anymore.

"Tell me more names!"

When you were a baby learning to eat new foods, your favorite food was green beans, so we called you 'Bean' or 'The Bean'. We still call you that sometimes.
Grandma calls you 'Princess', Papa calls you 'Bella', Mr. Music calls you 'Sweets', on my blog your name is Pony Girl...

"And what's my special name, what you call me?"

I call you 'Bunny'.

"Yeah, you call me that all the time. Why?"

Because you are my sweet lovey bunny.

"Oh yeah, that's right, he he, I almost forgot."

Sleep tight whatever your name is!

"I love you 'Mama', 'Alex', 'Silly'!"

...and I love you.