It’s a McMystery

Want to hear something really weird and totally unexpected?

I have taken to calling Little Dog “Mick.”

Yup, “Mick.” She has a two-syllable name that does not even begin with “M,” and I randomly start calling her “Mick.”
Lately, I’m all: “Helloooo, Mick!” and “Hey, Mick,” and “I wuv you, Mickeys.” Then it reminds of the M-I-C-K-E-Y song, and I sing it — even though I’m too young to have ever watched it on TV.
I have no idea where this is coming from. I just know that it’s happening every single day lately.
Is it my subconscious leaning towards naming a future son “Nicholas”? Am I craving McDonalds? Or am I just losing my McMind?
Don’t answer that.

So what do you think?

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