I call the kids monsters. Their Dad's an Ogre and I, well, am dwarfed by his sheer tallness, so of course they're monsters.
This also sprouts from the fact that my Mom called Cart and I monsters. She probably had good reason to. So I have never thought of it as a mean thing to call kids. My step Dad on the other hand, he called his girls Creeps. Growing up it was the Creeps and Monsters. I love it.
Owen and the other pigs know that no matter what they will always be my Little Monsters. One day the Ogre made a horrible mistake and called Owen a ragamuffin. This didn't sit well with Owee, he said "Me no Dragonmuffin."
All day yesterday to further the idea that he is in fact not a Dragonmuffin, he was prancing around the kitchen singing. "Oweeeee Mon-ster is a happy Zom-bieeeeee."
That is way easier to listen to than the ABC song.