Throwback Thursday

I’m always finding the funniest and most amusing memes, jokes, and other misc. things on Facebook. This little diddy, for example. I got to reading the comments and was blown away by some hilarious stories!! It brought back a funny story of my own. Continue below.


When my son was about 3 years old he was a handful. He spoke better than my daughter did at that age because she had problems with ear infections and just didn’t hear things correctly to be able to repeat them correctly. My son looked up to her and repeated words that she said incorrectly, such as pupcake (cupcake), pupboard (cupboard), wunny wun (another one), and a few others.

My son being MY son, came up with a few of his own. He spoke well, but there were a few things that just slipped him up.

For example, at the babysitter’s house, he kept saying what the sitter thought was the word ‘fuck’. When she told me about it, I asked her what was going on at the time. She said they (her son and mine) were playing with little animals. I asked, “Was one of those little animals a frog?” She said it all made sense after that because the two boys had a bit of an argument over the frog. So ‘frog’ it was. Thank goodness!

Now, this next story was a little embarrassing for me at the time. (If it were to happen now, I’d think nothing of it…because I’m just too old to give a rat’s ass now. Ha!) We used to live across the street from a big park when we lived in California. The kids’ aunt worked the concession stand during ball games and I used to take the kids over to say hello. Of course, my ex didn’t participate like with everything else I planned, but that’s a whole different ball game.

Anyway, the kids and I went across the street and saw Aunt Joan. While we were there, a fire engine raced by with the sirens screeching and the horns blaring! My son always got so excited when he saw fire trucks but this was the first time one had been in his presence making so much noise! He started screaming and pointing! Remember now, we are at the park during a ballgame and people were everywhere! My son started screaming at the top of his lungs for all to hear, “Fucka! Fucka! Fucka!” It seemed that every head turned and looked at my boy who was so damn happy to have seen this rare sight, and then all their eyes were on me. I thought to myself, surely they understand what has just happened and that he must’ve been saying fire truck! Apparently not. I started yelling at them, “He said FIRETRUCK! FIRETRUCK!” It wasn’t too funny at the time, but afterward…and even now.

Isn’t it funny how kids can say things so wrong and create such great memories and laughter? I bet you have a few great stories to tell about your kids, too! I’d love to hear them!

13 thoughts on “Throwback Thursday

  1. Haha, I don’t have kids but I have one my Mom teased me about for years. Apparently, I had a habit of dropping my L’s when I was little. She and my Dad lost it when someone asked me what my favorite TV show was and I responded enthusiastically responded: “Assie

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  2. This is hilarious! And I too have had some of those moments, I have three grown boys. And every single one of them has “misinterpreted or mispronounced” a word or two, or three..My youngest (was 4) confused tampons with tadpoles, my oldest (he was 12 at the time) thought he had stigmata coming back from the eye doctor (astigmatism) and my middle son (he was 8) thought it was weird that certain apes were named after oranges (orangutans). I remind them of these things now because it’s funny but no so much when your called into son’s class to talk to the teacher and explain exactly why he calls tadpoles tampons. It turned out that was both my two older boys were at fault, they thought it was funny to teach him to say the “correct” word, tampons.

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