Hey there, awesome readers!
If you know me in real life, you know that I don’t watch much TV. If you don’t know me in real life, you know that the only TV I do watch is Criminal Minds. (Apparently I like to keep myself up at night with visions of serial killers hiding in my closet.)
That said, somewhere, somehow I must have heard somebody call somebody else “Honey Boo Boo” because clearly this endearing term melded to my subconscious mind – I’m thinking kinda like a parasite – and before I could say, “Honey Boo Boo who?” I started calling my 15-year old daughter Honey Boo Boo. All good … so I thought.
“Honey Boo Boo, time for supper!”
“Hello, my Honey Boo Boo. How was your day?”
“Good night, my Honey Boo Boo.”
It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?
Except that …
Me, being the super-observant person that I am (to near criminal profiler extents), started noticing a very specific reaction every time the syllables “Honey Boo Boo” came out of my mouth. Mostly in the way of slamming doors and screaming frustrations (“STOP CALLING ME HONEY BOO-BOO!!!!!!!”)
After a few months (because apparently I needed to make sure that said reaction was indeed incited from said term of endearment) I decided to embark on some extensive research to find out why such a lovely expression of my love and affection could possibly provoke such a violent reaction.
So I did what any other inquisitive person does when they need answers. I turned to Google.
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