When I was a kid, I hung out with my Dad a lot. And when I say "a lot" I mean A LOT. Basically, I would follow him to work, and play and pretend I was a hockey goalie all day long. And I am not sure why, but the guys, My Dad's friends always called me "Eikka's boy", and hardly ever by my name - although I am sure they knew it.
(They had to, my Dad would have been talking to me by my name, not call me just his son).
Not that it ever bothered me. It was kinda cool. It was flattering, in a way. It almost felt like I was one of the guys, and that I could hang out with them just as well as my Dad.
None of my friends call Hannes for "Risto's son", almost always just Hannes, sometimes "Hanski". That, by the way, is a nickname Jessica despises. Not sure why.
I was thinking of all this the other day, and realized that that's how they do it in Iceland. In Iceland, my Dad's friends would have just been calling me by my last name.
That would have been cool.
