I'm a Baublitz!!

I sometimes call Harrison and Anne my little pickles.  If they are being bad then I say they are sour pickles and when they are good I call them my sweet pickles.  This morning Harrison was being very cranky so I asked, "why are you being such a pickle?"  He replied, crying and whining, "I'm NOT a pickle, I'm a Baublitz!"  Spoken like a true Baublitz!