For some odd reason, we call little kid The Chooch. I don't know why, I could trace the long line of bizarre nicknames until I got to what started that but the basic story is that we worked really hard to find names for our kids that weren't ridiculous and couldn't be mocked too badly and then we began calling them ridiculous nicknames and mocking them ourselves. That wasn't part of the plan, but whatever.
When the show Jersey Shore began, we started noticing some similarities between The Situation and The Chooch. The sweet-talking, the busy-bodying, the belly-showing, the lady-loving, the self-admiring, the persistence, the noise level--this isn't a role model we want for our 4-year-old, we just happened to notice that they are (unfortunately) kind of alike. We jokingly started referring to little kid as The Choochuation on occasion. It was totally funny.
Until he started calling himself The Choochuation.
Now, not only do I have to deal with sweet-talking, busy-bodying, belly-showing, lady-loving, self-admiring, persistence and noise but I have a 4-year-old walking around yelling, "YOU CAN'T TALK TO THE CHOOCHUATION LIKE THAT!" and "That's just how The Choochuation rolls!" whenever I try to discipline him.
I hope to God that his preschool teachers can't understand what he's saying.