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Originally Posted by Blizz'ard:
Originally Posted by noseyrosie:
Originally Posted by Blizz'ard:

My little sister called me Boo Boo. 

Care to divulge why, Blizz?

She couldn't say Liz, so she just changed it to Boo Boo.  

Blizz, so cute 

 

I was called Bud as a child *coff* and into my teens  shortened from Rosebud, which was similar to my name.

My Brother was called Chub... cos he was a right wee porker. 

FM
Originally Posted by Slinkiwitch x:
Originally Posted by Ducky:
Originally Posted by Slinkiwitch x:

My brother was " Aljobopbop" for the same reasons as buttercup  

 

Woo hoo! I'm not alone!

 

Make sure you're here this evening Slinki..... your turn for hangman  

Hahah!! I'll be getting hung by my brother for this  

Yay! Look forward to playing all over again!

Jen-Star
Originally Posted by Ducky:

I love the random words they come up with

 

I love the mispronunciations too! I still always say "ploblem" instead of problem because of how Duds pronounced it when he was little.  (only in appropriate company of course) 

 

We always say radigator (for radiator) and cowowah (for califlower) - I love it when kids say things wrong. My daughter (Georgina or George) will always be Tooer to my grandson ...............we all refer to her as Tooer to the grandchildren.

Soozy Woo

I used to have an office junior that always referred to gloves as 'mittens'    I kept saying, they're not mittens, they have fingers.. but she insisted she had to call them that because she couldn't say the other word.    Eventually I got her to say it... and it came out as 'Glubs'... she had some mental block and just couldn't stop herself ending the word with a 'b'

Kaffs

My Nephew used to call Master Cinds Bam Bam because he couldn't say his name.  Another nephew used to call cornflakes fleeflaws.  Master cinds also always pluralises 'going to the cinemas' and he also says mould and closet in a odd way too, no matter how much we have corrected it.  When he first started school there was a boy called Hugo in his class who he insisted was called Fugo, not matter how many times we would try to get him to say H H H Hugo, he would still say H H H Fugo 

Cinds

This'll take some beating .............God only knows how the confusion arose.

 

When my oldest boy started school he was friends with a boy called Lionel - this boy was so shy he wouldn't speak. The only person he would speak to was my son - when the teacher wanted a response from 'Lionel' my son and he used to go into the Wendy house where he would speak through my son!

 

Long story but ..........................the boys name was actually Warren .................God only knows where Lionel came from!

Soozy Woo
Originally Posted by Cinds:

 This is also a kid who when being picked on by a group of boys went out with underpants on his head so the boys wouldn't recognise him, he also took a twig with him to hide behind.  

 

The logic of children

 

When I was four or five my mum was trying to get me to drink some medicine that she had put into a glass of milk. I wasn't fooled.   So I found a plastic bag, poured the milk in to it, tied the bag up and hid it behind the sofa. 

 

I remember my mum finding it and saying the gypsies must have put it there. I was over the moon at getting away with it..... it wasn't till years later that it dawned on me that I may have missed the sarcasm in her tone.  

Ducky
Originally Posted by Soozy Woo:
Originally Posted by Cinds:

Jen he's 26 now and we still rib him about it.

Does he work in a creative profession? That's a kid who thinks outside the box (or alternatively - is a bit of a nut job).

He's doing a degree in Quantity Surveying 

 

However, he is also a bit of a nut job.  I love going out with him and his mates, never a dull moment. 

Cinds

Awwww, loving these stories!

Said this before on here, but, one of my favourites was when my niece was certain that the guy who played the piano at her ballet class was called Mr. Penis!

I was , and still am occasionally, called Gacow or Cagon by this niece and her brother 'cos neither could pronounce my name when they were small

FM
Originally Posted by Supercalifragilistic:

Awwww, loving these stories!

Said this before on here, but, one of my favourites was when my niece was certain that the guy who played the piano at her ballet class was called Mr. Penis!

I was , and still am occasionally, called Gacow or Cagon by this niece and her brother 'cos neither could pronounce my name when they were small

Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrm - from that - I couldn't even hazard a guess - What is your name? Oooooooooooooooooooooooh hanf on - Karen?

Soozy Woo

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