Sometimes some old event will just pop into my mind for no apparent reason. Today it was about weird words.
My daughter used to refer to “Last morning.” Makes sense since we do speak of “last night.” She also referred to the meal for today’s morning as “breafkast.” That makes perfect sense to me, at least until I’ve had my first cup of coffee.
One time, my younger son, when told to behave, tried very hard to comply. After a while he came up to my wife and asked, “Am I being haved?”
Of course as a toddler, Buzz Lightyear was one of his absolute favorite toys. If you don’t recall Buzz, he was the spaceman in “Toy Story,” and was known for his motto – “To infinity! And Beyond!” Buzz had a laser built into his space suit so that if he pressed a button on his arm, a laser (actually a little red light) would shine. When Mom would impose a decision (something horrible, like “Pick up your toys!”) Adam would point one arm at her and press the imaginary button that would activate the laser to show his displeasure.
Although my memory isn’t what it once was, I do still remember a few things from my own childhood. I think it was my childhood – could have been “Leave It to Beaver” or “The Donna Reed Show.” In any case, when I was in first or second grade and learning to spell, I had spelling drills. My mother would read the word and I’d attempt to spell it. My little brother decided he’d spell, too, and decided that “water” was spelled “E-O.”
One day when my mother was scrubbing the floor, he asked what was in the bucket and she told him it was water. He tried several times to say the word “water”, but without success. Suddenly his face brightened, he pointed to the bucket and confidently proclaimed, “E-O!”
But of course I had my own thing about words even back then. One Friday I asked my mother what was for dinner and she told me “Macaroni and Cheese.” This was not acceptable. I explained to her that I didn’t want to know what it was made from, I wanted to know what it was called. She answered again, “Macaroni and Cheese.” I started to get frustrated because either she didn’t understand my question or was deliberately playing with me. Finally, in desperation, she made up a name.
“Hosselfock!” she answered (accent on the first syllable and go downhill from there.)
From that point on, it had a name.