I have a recording of my son, Joe, at about 2 years old. We showed him a cat and he said "Kitty". We showed him a dog and he said, "Dog". We showed him a cow and he said "Cow". We showed him a tree and he said "Tree". We pointed to Great Aunt Bessie and he said "Bessie". We showed him a picture of his bestest cousin Rudi and he said "Joe-Joe"!
Joe and Rudi played together all the time and the most Joe ever heard Rudi say to him was "Joe-Joe" this and "Joe-Joe" that and so the real "Joe-Joe" thought his cousin name was Joe-Joe too.
When Joe flipped and totaled his pickup coming home from college on icy roads umpteen years later, he also gave up his Montana license plates, which he'd had personalized as "Joe-Joe". And he gave cousin Rudi one of them for Rudi's birthday with this note written on the back of the license plate, "MAY YOU FOREVER BE KNOWN BY A DIFFERENT NAME." At that moment in time, Rudi said it was his most precious Montana souvenir.
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