The other day at Pizza Hut, I told my girl that I was going to call her "Boxy McBoxerson" when she was putting together pizza boxes, and "Dishy McDisherson" when she went on to dishes.
She asked what she could call me.
"Well," I said, "I'm your job coach, so I guess I'm coaching. I guess you could call me Coachy McCoacherson."
"Okay, Coachy McCoacherson," she said happily, and we intermittently called each other by these nicknames the rest of the day.
Somewhere along the way, though, my name evolved -- to resemble McDonald's food.
"See you Monday," my girl said, and the last thing coming from her mouth as she shut the door to her house was my nickname as she remembered it: "Coachy McNugget."
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