K,  “Kenny” is what we are calling you right now.

See, the ladies at school have given it to you as a nickname.

Mom heard one of them call you that when she picked you up the other day.

I did not know what to think of it at first.

And then I didn’t like it.

But I have had a few days to mull it over.

And I think I love it.

It’s funny because one of the reasons my mom loved my name so much was because she could not think of any ways to shorten or twist it into a nickname.

And nicknames have about become our thing.

I love you.

-Dad