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Sure. It is, however, a parent's perogative to address offspring by the full version of the spawn's name as a sign of serious annoyance.

I substitute teach and these days most of the younger children go by their full name. Micheal, Susan, David, Katherine, Robert, not Mike, Sue, Davey, Kate or Bob.

My youngest granddaughter's name is Rebecca, We have always called her Becca and now at age 4 1/2 she has told the family that her name is Rebecca and that's what she wants to be called. So that's what we call her. She told me the other day that Rebecca is a very nice name and she likes it. I had to agree with her. I can remember as a child people called me Junie and I hated it. I don't think I got the nerve to tell them that my name was Juno until I was a teenager. I really think that we all deserve to be called by the name we prefer. Juno

If you recall, back in the 1970s, women decided that they would not be taken seriously if called by a nickname, especially one that ended in a "y" so there was a big movement to be called by one's full given name. It got to the point that I fully expected General Mills to start referring to their icon as "Elizabeth Crocker." Imagine Elizabeth Boop? Chatty Catherine? Barbara and Ken? I don't know if it worked or not. People tended to take me seriously, and very few people called me by any nickname anyway. ;-) It might have had something to do with the badge, handcuffs and .357 I carried.

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That'll do it every time Juno

It is amazing how fast one's spouse will put down the sewing scissors they were preparing to use on cardboard when addressed loudly with their full name... >;-)

Snort! ;)

I EARNED the nick-name the kids gave me in my first teching job... I rapidly became one that you DID hand homework in to on time, that you DID behave well for in class, and that you DID NOT CHEEK - not if you wanted to home as something other than a small greasy lump on the carpet, anyway. I didn't yell. I didn't need to. But they called me Miss McDragon!

Then there was Lorena Bobbitt....

Ahh, but she had a slow learner.

I substitute teach and always write my name on the board, but I tell my elementary classses that I also answer to Missus H, Ma'am, Teacher, and Um Excuse Me. Missus H is the hands down favorite.

Some of my kids' friends' parents encourage their children's schoolmates to call them by their first names, a practice I've never really cared for. By my preference, and because I frequently run into my kids' friends in a teaching setting they call me Mrs. Hansen in and out of school.

My daughter-in-law is a Rebecca. My son and her family call her Becca. However, every time I begin to say "B" ecca I automatically say "Becky", which she does not care for. So I call her Rebecca because I love her and don't want to offend her by this rather weird verbal block of mine.

Names are important. When someone introduces themself to me, I use the name they give me.

I'm a Janice, not a Jan. I answer to Jan, but reluctantly.

I understand! I'm Beverly, not Bev. I answer to Barbara (my twin's name) occasionally, to Bev not so much. ;->

Beverly

I, on the other hand, rarely reply to, or even acknowledge it when called Catherine... I think they mean someone else!

It's a nice name. It's a pretty name. I like the name a lot... I just never use it!

Only family get to call me Katie.

I went to Spain last year with my mom and sister and we did a bus tour of the country, with side trips to Gibraltar and Morocco. While in Morocco we had a traditional local meal with music and a lady came around to do henna tattoos. Myself and a girl from New York were the only ones who went for it.

It was kind of scary. She applied the henna paste with a large bore syringe and needle, and I sat very still while she did it. She topped the damp paste with some sort of glittery powder and we were given to understand that it must be left in place for several hours.

As it dried it got kind of itchy, but having used henna on my hair many moons ago, I recognized the sensation and ignored it. I was dozing on the bus ride back to our hotel in Spain when my sister elbowed me.

"Hey. Nicole is calling you."

And so she was, but since only my birth family ever call me "Kathy" it simply didn't register. Her henna was itching and she wanted to know if she'd contracted some sort of horrible mehndi disease from a shared henna applicator. I told her it was normal, but if it was bothering her that much to go wash it off.

I was subbing for a high school spanish class and showed them the pictures I had posted to the Kodak EasyShare website. When we got to the ones of the mehndi tattoos there was a collective, "Oooohhhh" from the girls in the class.

This reminds me of a DSIL, when the 1st DGD was born, he asked me what name I preferred they teach her to call me. I quickly said, "She can call me anything, as long as she does call me." I am in TX and they were in TN. Like most teachers, I was called by many names, especially when I taught 1st grade; many had difficulty pronouncing my name. Emily