OK – I am now at the oldest of our children. “Tiggy” is a nickname given in early childhood. I imagine in reference to Tigger of Winnie the Pooh fame. I do not know the story as I chose to be Tiggy’s “mom” when he was 10 years old. Tiggy was born to my husband’s first wife and I am lucky to be his “stepmom.” How to describe Tig? Well, he, like Bubby, is old enough to be a little more complicated and hard to describe. Tiggy is 18 with a childlike innocence and outlook on life. Right now we are watching Cardinal baseball together in his Cardinal baseball themed bedroom. He LOVES the Cardinals! He has a tendency to repeat the same phrases over and over. Hang with Tig for a while and you’re likely to hear one of these phrases…
My Man’s Albert. He hurt.
It’s meeee, Mario…Tell it to the jugde.
It hot in here or me?
I’m tired. I don’t wanna go to work.
One of Tiggy’s favorite things is eating out – Tots at Sonic, buffet at KFC, double cheeseburger at Burger King, “Toot-bombs” at White Castle, weekends at Ryan’s, and biscuits & gravy at Hardee’s. He’s not real fond of sharing with his bothers and sister, tags in clothes, or pickles. That’s a glimpse into the personality of Tiggy.