Earlier this week while Hubby and I were eating breakfast, he said something like, "It's alright, Rear."
I asked him, "Did you just call me Rear?"
"Yeah," he said. "But I meant to say Dear."
"Oh, so now I've gone from being dear to being a rear. That's okay. I'll just call you Bum."
All this was said in good fun and after a good laugh (on my part -- one of my life's goals is to get my hubby to laugh out loud more. I've given up on getting him to laugh until he cries, but anything audible is a step in the right direction).
As I kissed him before heading out the door to substitute teach I said, "Have a good day, Bum. I'll see you when you get home."
Even a couple days later we've used the tongue-in-cheek nicknames a time of two. And it never fails to make us smile.
Who would've thought that calling your wife Rear or your husband Bum could be a marriage enriching moment?