My nickname for my son is Moe. I got into the habit when he was going through his early toddler years and would say, "No!" to everything - but, in his case, he pronounced it "Mo'!" The only person who calls him "Pat" is his Uncle Greg (my brother) - otherwise, he's Patrick, full out.
This picture was taken during this last summer, when Patrick was heading off to his day camp. It was the day they were going swimming, hence the swim shorts combined with . . . well, his favorite tie-dyed shirt worn surfer style over a long-sleeve t-shirt, with a Tennessee Volunteers cap on. And a well-worn pair o' Crocs.
Fortunately, Patrick is still talking about becoming a priest when he grows up, which means at least he doesn't have to worry about what to wear when he goes to work (hmmm, black shirt, black shirt, or should I wear the black shirt today?).