Bigotti and Patrutti (at least I imagine that's how you'd spell it).
These are the new names my sons have been using instead of their own for a few days now. I never realized when I named my children that they would actually prefer to be named after THE MAFIA!
I will call to Tyler (my youngest) and Cody (my oldest) will say, "No, Mommy. That's not Tyler, that's Bigotti." And when I say to Cody, "Cody, go pick up your sippy cup," Tyler will answer me and say, "No, Patrutti (which really comes out like Puhtwuuti)."
They've also decided that Bigotti and Patrutti also make great invisible friends. They like to play the "Blame it on the Invisible Italian" game. It goes something like this.
Me: "Where are my keys?"
Cody: "I think Bigotti took them. Or maybe it was Patrutti."
Me: "Oh, well in that case, you tell those gangsters TO FIND MY KEYS OR NO ICE CREAM FOR DESSERT."
Mommy can play gangster, too!