My leukemia's back.

[3goodeggs]

vacuum cleaners will always be 'Boydees" around here.
He loved the street sweeper and it was always 'oh boy! oh boy! the street sweeper is coming by!', so when he started talking they were 'ohboydees' and then all vacuum cleaners were 'boydees".
Kid words are the best words.

 

[Bunnylady]

My son had an odd thing he did - if a word started with a combination of consonants starting with an 's,' he would split them, and put the 's' on the end of the word ('spoon' became 'poonse,' for example). One of his best efforts was "grewseejiver," - anybody want to guess what that one was?
screwdriver

 

[Blooie]

Well, screwdriver comes to mind, but only because Tammy called it a "drewscriver"! And Jamie called a hammer a "pound pound". Ken would get some funny looks when he was out on a job sometimes! One guy asked him if needed a "naily-waily" to go with the pound pound.

 

[Suzie]

vacuum cleaners will always be 'Boydees" around here.
He loved the street sweeper and it was always 'oh boy! oh boy! the street sweeper is coming by!', so when he started talking they were 'ohboydees' and then all vacuum cleaners were 'boydees".
Kid words are the best words.

Totally agree kid words are wonderful...

My Nephew grew up with some odd words...a globe was always a "gloge", oranges were "yannies", a light was "loit", hedgehogs were "hodges" it is a wonder he ever grew up using the correct words...his name is Matthew but he called himself Mathmee as a kid...we still refer to oranges as yannies to this day.

 

[lazy gardener]

My son: His name is Scott. Kid said a word or two at the typical age, then completely stopped talking altogether. We were getting close to getting concerned, but he was on or above level developmentally in all other areas, so we waited. At 17 months, the flood gates opened, and by 19 months, he was speaking in complete sentences. Like most parents, first born gets all the attention and remembrances. By the time second rolled around, we were so busy chasing the first that second child just rolled with the punches... not a lot of remembrances of first words and such. But, Scott, called himself Dottie. So Dottie's oos went on Dottie's weet. He really stumped us when he pitched a hissy fit at the supper table one night. Kept yelling: "DEBBICH. DEBBICH!" We finally figured out that he wanted Catsup. To this day we still look in the fridge for the debbich. My GS spied a herd of cows in a distant field. Typical black and white cows. He got totally excited, pointing, and yelling: "PUPPIES!!!"

 

[3goodeggs]

That is cute.

 

[Spookwriter]

For Hana, roast beef was - and is - roast beast.


* I hired a driver some time ago - a grown man, mind you - who had
no ideal of hand tools. Pliers were "squeezy-things", hammer was
his "bangy-tool" and screwdriver was "twisty-tool. He had a right handed
twisty tool and a left handed twisty tool.

Sad.

Even sadder? He was an ex-marine, had worked for an Ohio congressman.

Couldn't find a nicer guy...he just didn't know some things.

For instance, while he worked for me he moved from one side of me to the
other...some 4-5 miles, but he went right by my house.

Moved everything he had in a john boat. His clothes, his furniture...it was
funny. Multiple trips...his clothes fell out, his furniture fell off.

But he was a nice guy.

 

[3goodeggs]

Right and left handed twisty tools?
How could you tell which one you had?
Do you think someone was pulling his leg years before, and he did not realize it?

 

[N F C]

My oldest son used to call antelope cantaloupe. Now DH is up in WY and called to tell me how many cantaloupe he saw on his first day in the new place

My sister never could get the word cow out without putting an L in it...even when she was an adult, it was always cowl. I wonder what she pictured when cowl neck sweaters became so popular?

 

[hbhoffman]

HBH, I have to ask...what were you doing in the Amazon? Other than riding horses of course. Inquiring minds want to know

We lived there for 6 years in the 60's because my dad loved worked for US Steel. He loved to travel, better pay and benefits, and gave me a really different childhood! Most girls played with dolls?make up? Dress up? I grew up climbing 75' mango trees to escapes from guests because I was painfully shy and enjoying running around outside all day as we had no t.v. or air conditioning. We did have Legos, cards, baby birds, dogs, pigs, a donkey, a macaw and fish at various times. Sometimes we snuck down to where the edge of the jungle was to play but you definitely kept an eye out for boas and poisonous snakes. We did go to the local clubhouse for swimming but more often than not played in the rain. When you were old enough you took horseback riding lessons until you were good enough to go out riding in the jungle or plains for 3-4 hours on Sat. You learned fast the hard way how to stay on your horse no matter what! If you didn't stay on, then you either ran smack into a huge downed tree, fell off a galloping horse onto hard ground or possible cactus or prickly tree/bushes or into a river. The horses were big, liked to test you, and consistently challenged you to see if they could throw or beat you off the saddle while full on galloping. No control meant big trouble and a wimpy horse the next several weeks. We often raced for several miles in the deep jungle. Huge felled trees were not uncommon. On rare occasions we had to race to beat the train when we heard it because we were on the wrong side of the tracks.