What do they call you? I’m pushing for “El Grande”. Think it’s gonna stick!
All you Grandpaws out there…
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Keeping it simple. Papaw works just fine for me.
I wanted Great & Mighty Grand Poopaw but kids wouldn’t go along.
My grandchildren call me “G Man” which, coincidentally, was also my “call sign” when I flew Phantoms in the military. Pulling “Gs” is usually lots of fun until one day you accidentally pull way too many and it gets to be your call sign.
Man forget all these silly names that are an attempt to not sound old. Get in touch with your old age. Be the oldest you can be and the most out of touch you can be. Stick with the timeless, oldest name. Grandpa. That's it. Old Grandpa.
My nine call granddad or granddaddy.
My bro in law wanted to be called Mr (his first name). He’s now called poppa.
Officially I'm Boomer, but since toddlers seem to do the repeat thing, they call me Boom Boom.
Need PooPopsBaldHead to weigh in.
There is also a sandwich named the G-Man in a small, tucked away deli in DC that is pretty dang good if you’re ever wanting a deli sandwich in DC.
Pops to 8 grands from 2 year old up to 19.
Mine call me “Mac” which is short for MacGuyver.
My friends picked mine since I fix/modify everything (I just finished converting the electric truck to run off Ryobi 40v batteries).
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My friends picked mine since I fix/modify everything (I just finished converting the electric truck to run off Ryobi 40v batteries).
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What my daughter called my father so we went with that. First grandchild had trouble even getting that out and said op. So I'm down to Op.
Let the first grand give you the name. It’ll be unique to you. Whatever they try to call you will be great.
#Following. First grandchild is coming in March. I demanded to be called "The Great One," but it's meeting resistance. We're, therefore, in active negotiations.
Like others in this thread, I learned that you can get almost any name except the one you want. My first choice was "El Jefe" (the boss), which was summarily vetoed by my ungrateful children and my wife.
I'm "Papa" for now but will be waging guerrilla warfare for as long as it takes to right this grievous wrong.
I'm "Papa" for now but will be waging guerrilla warfare for as long as it takes to right this grievous wrong.
The whole family has been pestering me wanting to know what I want to be called, first grand is about a year old now. I told them he could call me whatever he wants because I didn't want them making up some stupid name for me so we'll see, its his choice.
My daughter and son-in-law had a baby girl last month, so I was promoted to "Papaw" last month and I'm over the moon. My granddad was "Papaw" but died when I was in high school. My wife and kids never knew him, so the title has been dormant in our family for decades. I have proudly inherited it.
however much effort and thought you put into it, it completely pales in comparison to what the granny put into coming up with her moniker. it's serious business and all the moms, sisters, aunts, friends are involved. the vetting of the suggested names starts as soon as they know.
This is the way. My Mom was insistent that she be called Marmie (Little Women was her fav book).
My daughter was the first grandchild and refused to call her that. Would literally shake her head no and not respond to calling her anything. Then one day, she just pointed at my Dad and said "Poppy", then at my Mom and said "Cissy". That ended the debate.
Gender reveals are what make me want to puke, the response from everyone at the reveal is the exact same no matter whether its a girl or boy, they are going to oooh and aaaaah just the same so why bother? Now, I was told just yesterday we also have showers as always but now there's 'sprinkles'. Its a shower if the sex of the 2nd kid is different than the first. It's a "sprinkle" if its the same sex child the 2nd go round. And there's mens showers now too? What a crock
Gramps. simple, non-invented cutsie name was a priortiy. On a related note, if you ever hear me use the term wifey, you can neuter me sans anesthesia with a rusty butter knife. how a grown a$$ man says those words is beyond me
ETA: first take might have been a little dishonest. If I knew I would get laid that night because of it, I would utter the word wifey
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17 the name. You have responsibilities. Especially with the grandsons.
Good luck. You have some serious responsibilities headed your way. Do not let them down.
- You must have a pocketful of individually wrapped candies at all times. Werther's are low hanging fruit, bonus points for Reeds Root beer or Regal Crown sour lemon rolls. That's next level grandfathering.
- Football and baseball games. It's going to up to their dad on what team's they love and root for... That's some father son shìt there. But you do get to take them to games. Mississippi State or minor league baseball and high school football might be a good starting point. Somewhere you can buy him a cheap hotdog and let him see you sneaking a tug off your flask of whiskey that you snuck in.
- Going to have to stock up on fishing poles. Spincast only. Let their dad 17 with teaching them to use the spinning reals and bait casters when they are older and Mom buys the snoopy poles for the babies. You are in charge of the 5-7 year old years. Fishing in well stocked ponds with live baits. Zebco Classic 33 is the only way to go.
- Pocket knife. You go buy a few now. Use them. And at some point you just give it to the little fella. Not for a special event, just because that's what you do. Case Trapper with amber bone handle is undefeated.
- Tractor. This is a tough one, but mandatory. You might have to sell everything you have or cash out your retirement to go buy this critical shìt, but your going to need a few acres and an old tractor. Gotta teach them grandsons how to drive a tractor. Lot's of options, but nothing is cooler than an old blue Ford 4000-5000 for the critical task of riding around with a little boy in your lap.
- Shotgun. Gotta teach em to shoot. Squirrel hunting is easy. The .410 is easiest, but if you have a real knuckle dragger of a 6-7 year old you can bump em up to a .20 gauge. Remington 870 fits the bill.
- Finally you need an old pickup. Long bed single cab, 3 on the tree, 2 wheel drive with some mudders on the back for a nice touch. Vinyl seats so slick that you have to buckle up or when you take a corner you'll slide into the passenger seat. A 70-72 Chevy or GMC fleet side with two tone paint is a mighty nice solution. This truck is where you teach them how to change oil, belts, spark plugs, and how to drive a manual transmission once they get older.
Good luck. You have some serious responsibilities headed your way. Do not let them down.
I have been a full-time professional magician for over 25 years.
I've been preparing for the "Papaw gig" for decades.
My oldest daughter gave my mother her name. She called her Roger. (Her actual name was Adele). Have no idea how that came out, but she was known as Roger to my kids til she died.
I’ve got it made….my daughter-in-law and potential future daughter-in-law already call me Doc. They plan for my grandkids to call me the same.
It better be a few years or I'll be known as Convict #42069, but when it is time, I'm going to be Grand Daddy.
I prefer "Grandfather" in an upper-crust English accent.