Your Dad told me last night that if you are a girl, he refuses to call you ‘Vivi’ for short. He wants to calls you Vivs. Like a 1920’s newspaper reporter (which for him, comes out sounding a bit like Jimmy Stewart with a heavy ‘sh’ lisp on any ‘s’ sound.)
I imagined a short conversation between the two of you:
Daddy: (in his best 1920’s voice) What’s the scoop, Vivs?
Vivienne: Dad, I told you to call me Vivienne. It’s very grown up.
Daddy: (continuing the voice) Now, now, calm down, there, Vivs. See?
Vivienne: Aw, Dad!
Mommy: *collapsing into fits of giggles*
#imsorryaboutyourfather #senseofhumorrequiredtobehisdaughter
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