Did you have a nickname growing up?
When we were growing up we had a neighbour who half snorted his speech. If this wasn’t endearing enough, he combined a well coiffed mullet with a teensy weensy pair of footy shorts, think Warwick Capper in his heyday and add a 20kg muffin top.
This fine fellow used to call my sister ‘Mala Lisica’. This translates to ‘Little Fox.’ Creepy.
Nonetheless, since my sister did bloom into a foxy lady turns out the (tainted) nickname was right on. In tribute to this shared childhood memory (that we can laugh about now), a skulk of foxes grace her birthday present gift wrap, each with his/her own nickname from Cocktail Cathie to Moves Marie.