My boys current obsession is what we call, "silly words." Well, that's what I call it out loud anyway. What I call it in my head shall stay there, got it? Anyway, let me explain this whole silly word thing. My oldest started it and as always my second has followed in his big brother's footsteps. They use made-up words in place of real ones, kind of like "Smurf" except lacking the cuteness. For some reason, their choices of random syllables is to my ears at a cheese grater is to a hunk of Havarti. Among some of the most popular are "poonch" and "poonk". "Hey Big Boy, where is your hat?" "It's on the poonch." or "Hey Monkey, what color is that big truck?" "It's poonk-ee-poonch!" It's driving me mad!
Of course, it has to be Karma cause I can recall doing things just like this when I was little. My friend Amanda and I made up a game called Flog-Nog. We would face each other, gallop in a circle all the while bouncing a ball back and forth. If we would fail to catch the ball we had "flogged" or "nogged", which ever one we felt like saying at the time. Our game made all the sense in the world, a lot like that new Olympic sport where they play shuffleboard on ice. What's that called again? Anyway... I am sure our special little game annoyed my parents to no end. We would talk about it like we had a clue what we were doing, "Remember when you flogged yesterday? You should have nogged and then you would have won." when in actuality we had no clue what we were saying.
I have gone from laughing to smiling to showing no reaction to these silly words. While they may seem like no big deal, and I guess they aren't, after the billionth time of hearing "Poonch on the poonky tee-ta!" you'd go a little crazy too.