Among the many things a kid can call the older members of their families, Titi is my favorite. I'm a Titi. It's a Spanish thing, maybe just Puerto Rican, but just as I have a Titi Ann and a Titi Rose, so too am I Titi Jenny to Maddie, Henry, Conor and James.
The three Noa girls are all Titis, and have been since we first got our own pets. It's awesome. I was recently lucky enough to be a non-stop caretaking sort of Titi for a whole week, and I'm pleased to tell you that I came through with flying colors, as evidenced by the hugs, cheers and even a diamonte poem. It is a "cause and effect" poem, which begins with "Titi Jenny" and ends with....wait for it..."so much fun." Never was a Titi this proud. For the kids to be not only alive but still kind of enamored of me.... Well, it's my greatest achievement. That diamonte poem will be - if she officially gives it to me - framed and hanging in my house till all I have is a semi-private room in the nursing home.
Love,
Titi Jenny
PS: Oh, and to clarify. It's pronounced tee-tee, not titty, which seems to be the go-to pronunciation when foreigners read the word. You have a nana or an auntie, right? We have Titis. Deal with it.
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