CreamPuff

I was at a wedding reception last night holding my daughter (who looked baby-tastic in her new dress, pictures coming) and some woman, who I can only imagine leads a very sad life, came up to me and referring to CreamPuff said, “What a  little wort!” Seriously, could you not think of another term of affection?  She is a darling, smiling baby, not a disease! I don’t mind most baby knicknames/terms of affection.  She has been called a number of things: ‘little stinker’, ‘chickie-choo’, ‘squiggles’, ‘poops’, ‘spindles’, ‘the brick mason’, ‘Creampuff’, ‘Creamie’, ‘Creamielou’, ‘cutie’, ‘gorgeous’, ‘babycakes’, ‘sweetcheeks’ (I could go on).  But no one has ever called her ‘little wort.’  I almost threw a chicken salad sandwich at her.  It was a good thing (for her) that I was still hungry.