Since learning last week that we’re having a boy, Jon and I have taken great delight in calling this child by his name. Already, we’ve come up with nicknames (okay, Jon, the Nickname King, has come up with nicknames) for him: Jack-Jack, Jackie Boy, etc.
My contribution to our growing vocabulary is a term for the times when Jack kicks me forcefully, protesting whatever I ate for dinner or whatever position I’m sitting in. It happens most frequently when I’m sitting at my desk or when we go to bed for the night.
We call those “Jack Attacks.”