Yesterday I made the seemingly innocent mistake of calling Ryan "Honey."
"Don't call me that," he muttered with his brow furrowed.
"I can't call you Honey?" I asked. "Well, what can I call you?"
"Just my name!"
"But sometimes I call you Angel. Does that mean I can't call you Angel anymore?"
"Angel is okay."
"What about Ryguy? I like to call you that too. And Little Man?"
Ryan gave me an exasperated sigh, "You can call me any of those things, but not "Honey". I am not your Honey!"
For the life of me I cannot figure out why "honey" made him so mad - except maybe because that's what I call Duane. Still, I didn't mean to offend the poor kid.
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