Also in the Zentralfriedhof, there is a beautiful little Art Nouveau church built c. 1910. We went inside and DS just loved it. He was very good, very quiet (lots of whispered, "Why do people have to be quiet in churches?"), and yet climbing and prancing all over the place, grinning like a maniac.
I pointed a few things out to him, "See those people with wings up there? Those are called angels."
After prancing around a bit more, he whispered, "It's very pretty, isn't it, Mommy?" (I probably had asked him the same thing a few minutes earlier).
"The angels," he said, most sweetly.
When we told him it was time to go, he was having none of it. "But I want to stay here." Why? "Because I like it here."
Really sweet, right? My brain finally cranked through enough cycles to realize he was pooping in his pants (an activity for which he prefers quiet and little observation; the church was pretty much empty except for us).
I've been thinking more about nicknames, since I know the DD, DS, DH thing is confusing and dull. I'm settling on "Shmoogie" for DD (she is such a shmoogie woogie woogie, or sometimes a shnoogie woogie woogie). DS I think could have a morphing nickname, anything involving "Mr." and "pants", such as, in this story, "Mr. Sweetiepants" or "Mr. Poopypants", you get the idea. I've used "Mr. Crankypants" before and it is oh so apt.
DH is a more troublesome question. Cutesy will not cut it, and a statement of any one of his roles in the family would be too narrow. Maybe he'll have to do without one.
And I don't need one because I'm just "me". And you can call me "you". So that works, right?