Alex and Rachel were on the sofa playing a video game, and Kevin was waiting his turn to play the loser. The noise level had jacked up a few notches but not enough for me to say anything, when Alex stood up, craning over with the controller in his hand, and he grunted, "Move faster, Pickle!"

Simultaneously:

What did you just call me?
What did I just call you?
There's not a pickle in that game.

Char explained to them that when Rachel was born, Alex couldn't quite say her name and somehow pronounced it as "Pickle." He stopped sometime around 3 years old so it's no surprise that neither of them had a clue why that popped out of his mouth. I thought Rachel would be embarrassed, but she found it funny, and her brothers spent a few minutes trying to figure out what kind of pickle she would be.

Not sweet, that's for sure.
Gooshy like relish?
No. She's kind of sour but we like her anyway. Like a dill pickle.

They've spent the rest of the day calling her "Dill" and I don't know why, but she likes it.