The man of my dreams and the father of my children. (I guess that makes him the baby daddy.) I call him "Mr. Everything" because he can fix everything, can do everything and knows everything. He isn't a know-it-all. He's just really that smart.
I have no idea why he is called "The Beetle." That's just his name. He has been The Beetle since he was born. He is my picky, finicky, tender-hearted gentle giant.
When she was a baby, I would say, "The Beast is stirring," when she was waking up. Her brother changed that to "The Goose," and The Goose was formed. She is persistent, bold and frustrating, and I wouldn't trade her for anything.