Back in 2005, when I started blogging, I christened my boys the Tall Kid and the Short Kid. Twitter, with its character limit, rechristened them TK and SK. There are five and a half years between them and, at the time, my oldest was rather tall for his age and my youngest was very short for his age. The height difference was funny and very pronounced when they were side-by-side.
Well, now it’s 2013 and the Short Kid’s ready to start seventh grade (once the middle school gets that pesky mold situation under control). And he’s not really so short anymore.
Of course, my husband’s not particularly tall, either, but looking almost eye-to-eye with somebody your wife calls “Short” could eventually be a problem.
SK will be thirteen in November, but I can’t really call him the teen because I’ve been calling his older brother that for a while. I could bump the current teen to college kid and make SK the teen, but how confusing would that be?
I often call SK “Number Two” when we’re out on the four-wheelers. No matter where we ride or who rides with us, my husband leads and the Short Kid is behind him. The rest of us might move around, depending on how many kids or machines there are, but nobody ever rides between my husband and the kid.
So maybe I’ll call them Number One and Number Two. Which Twitter will inevitably cause me to abbreviate to No1 and No2 because the # thing causes a hashtag.
I guess it’s a summer for rites of passage. One off to college and the other outgrowing his internet nickname.