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Dear My Daughter: I didn’t mean “Honey Boo Boo” when I called you Honey Boo Boo.

October 31, 2014 by Mona Andrei 6 Comments

Honey Boo Boo

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.

Conclusion:

Oh.

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Filed Under: mom adventures, Pretending to be a grown-up, Raising teenagers Tagged With: honey boo boo, raising teens, teenagers, teens

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  1. Push says

    November 2, 2014 at 4:41 pm

    Lol !! This post just made me laugh. Reminded me of my daughter who has something to complain against my actions.

    Reply
    • Mona Andrei says

      November 3, 2014 at 8:31 am

      For the love of teenage daughters! 🙂

      Reply
  2. Anne @ FoodRetro.com says

    November 3, 2014 at 2:16 am

    I had to put in my info just so I could comment: LOL

    Reply
    • Mona Andrei says

      November 3, 2014 at 8:30 am

      Hi Anne! It’s possible. I had to change the settings because of all the SPAM I was getting. Sorry about that 🙂

      Reply
  3. Jenn @youpinspireme says

    November 5, 2014 at 2:08 pm

    Too funny!! My 2 year old daughter has taken to calling our dog “Izzy Boo Boo”…. she has no idea.

    Reply
    • Mona Andrei says

      November 5, 2014 at 9:13 pm

      “Izzy Boo Boo” has a nice ring to it 🙂

      Reply

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