Do you know how upsetting this is as a mother for her son to rename himself? Okay, so maybe he didn't do it so much as take a nickname. But still, to introduce himself as 'Jar'.
It only broke my heart a little. I am trying to be brave about it.
I know your wondering where he got Jar from... Grandpa Stan has always calls him Jar. Not real sure why, okay, so I know why. Mason 'Jar'. Ha Ha. I know real funny.
I always figured Mason would one day get upset about it and demand to be called Mason but I was so wrong. So very wrong!!
This last Sunday Mason and I went with Grandpa to Shenandoah for dinner (lunch for you all you non-old people) and this friend of Grandpa's asked Mason his name and he said 'Jar'. I couldn't believe it! Jar!! Everyone at the table had a good laugh about it. Everyone but me. Oh I was laughing on the outside but inside I was dying...
I tried to convince myself that it was a one time deal. That maybe, just maybe, he did it because Grandpa had been calling him that all day.
No such luck. On our way home we had a couple of stops and at each one he told people his name was Jar. People that we know, that know his name is Mason. They all looked at me all strange, like I had taught him this new joke or something.
I guess it's better than one of his friends giving him a nickname later on in life.
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