So, you know the other Minivan Mom has a nickname for her middle child. We have one for ours as well. (I wonder if all middle children have nicknames?)
Anyway, we call her Nancy Drew. She’s always on the prowl for a good story. She situates herself within earshot of adult conversations at every given opportunity. She can even make herself seem invisible. One minute you’ll be gossiping with a friend and suddenly realize that Nancy Drew has heard far too much for her 11 year old self.
At first we thought it was an annoying nosey stage. That was about 6 years ago. From the looks of it, Nancy Drew’s here to stay. And, she’s taking notes. She’s got the dirt on everyone in this town, and beyond. And, let me tell you, she has got the down & dirty on me too. I swear she’s writing a book. All “Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood” style.
Whenever I catch her listening in, I call her out on it. Usually I just say “Hey, Nancy Drew, go find something else to do.” But, seriously, if she is writing a giant tell-all book, I hope she changes the names. Mine especially.