We have a running joke in my house. When I talk to my three kids, I invariably call them by the wrong names. Or what's worse is that I call my son the dog's name. A lot. And I don't call the dog by the son's name all that much.
Anyway, when I do that, I ask my kids, "Who ARE you? What's your name?" which causes a chuckle.
It occurred to me a while back that Dear Butcher and I hardly ever call each other by name. Tara Marie wrote a book review which caused me to remember this observation, because in that book each line of dialogue ends with the other character's name. Odd.
Dear Butcher's nickname for me is "Bin", pronounced like "Bean." (Long story as to how that came into being.) So I'll sign a note to him, "Bin". Or if I want to get his attention I'll Holler, "DAAAAAVE!!" through the house. But in terms of conversation, we don't ever use the other's name.
I only noticed this because I continue to feel a very small zap of surprise when he calls me by my full name. Actually, I experienced this the other day on the phone with a friend while we were arguing. She said my name as she started to make a point, and I completely lost track of what she was saying because I was caught up in thinking about why I would be surprised to hear her say my name.
Good thing too. It was a stupid argument.