And the story continues...

As my dad was explaining about nicknames I realized that I wanted a nickname. And I knew immediately what I wanted it to be. "Dad, dad, I know what my nickname should be. Dad, dad I want a nickname." The other kids were talking and had my dad's attention. So I got down off the steps where I was sitting in my nightgown and stood patiently next to my father. It seemed like a long time before he finally put his arm around my waist and bent his head down to me to let me know he could hear me now. "Dad,I know what my nickname should be." "Oh, okay, what should it be?"
"Pond" I replied with the conviction of the wonderfulness of my new nickname. What name could be more marvelous than "pond?" That magical place where frogs leaped and ducks played and all sorts of beautifula and fantastic bugs and plants lived. I smiled proudly at my dad and siblings. "Pom, yes pom, that is a good nickname. We will call you pom."
My face dropped. Oh no my dad had not heard me correctly and he had already turned his attention to someone else. I grabbed his sleeve. "No dad, no. Not pom, pond. Dad not pom." This time I didn't wait , it was far too urgent that I clear up this mistake right away. I tugged harder. "Dad, not pom, pond."
Dear reader, please be patient as I have been. There is more of this story to come.

Judi Pom?

Where'd you get the name Judi Pom? Hmm... that happened a long time ago, when I was just four years old. It was an accident really, well an intentional accident. My six siblings and I were sitting in the living room getting some after dinner time with dad. Someone asked dad if Uncle Dicky's real name was Uncle Dicky. My dad said "No, Uncle Dicky's real name is Richard. Dicky is a nickname." "Dad, What's a nickname?" "A nickname", explained my father, "is a name that you can use instead of your real name. Like Dicky for Richard, or Joe for Joseph. It can be a shorter version of the real name, or it can be a totally different name. Like Howie Timwabin (dad's pet name for my younger sister Joy) or Mary O'Rielly (ditto for my older sister Mary)."
(And I will stop here because I've run out of time at the moment and I want to keep my hoards of readers in deep suspense.)