She calls my aunt's three Bisons*, "The Guys."
And for the first year or so that she could speak, she called her grandfather, my Uncle Ken, "That one."
"Who lives here?" my aunt would ask whenever my uncle walked in the room.
"Nanny," Carli would say very seriously, "The Guys." And then waving vaguely in my uncle's direction, "That one."
And then everyone would laugh. And by everyone I mean my Aunt Patricia and Carli.
Recently, Carli has started calling her grandfather "Papi."
"Ken was so happy," my aunt laughed, "when he finally got a name!" And then as an aside, "But between you and me, I think it's really selfish of him to insist on it. We were having so much fun before."
*See comments for spelling explanation/correction.