Friends of ours have 4 children. Their youngest is named Paul after his father. They often call him PJ (Paul Junior).

Well, apparently there was much confusion in their family because when Emily (the mom) said “PJ”, her children didn’t know whether she was referring to me or to their PJ.

So the children came up with a solution. Their PJ is now “Little PJ” and I’m “Big PJ”.

I about fell over laughing. At barely 5 feet tall, I have never in my life been called “big”. (And I don’t want to hear any pregnant belly jokes, thank you!)

Too funny!