Messing around with the language is a family game. Sometimes the origin of word play is infantile, as it was when my daughter couldn’t manage the “y” sound. Instead of yogurt, she said logurt. Instead of you, she said lou. She didn’t have the same problem with yours. That’s because everything was “mines.”
Leah. (Still an occasional substitute for an affirmative answer.) I just tossed out a family joke.
New words happen all the time. We’re still creating words at home, though we’re beyond baby talk.
In our circa-1894 cottage, vegetable scraps go into the composting bin, but if we happen to drop something edible on the floor, we call on the disposdog to take care of it.
Thanks to my sister, I now know to call unidentified wildflowers glimpsed from the car window by their Latin name: roadsidia. The usage was chronicled in 2008 by Beverley George of New South Wales, Australia, in a literary blog, Haibun Today.
And we have to thank our friend Brian for sharing the euphemism barleypop, an entry that has met the Urban Dictionary standard. It’s a far better substitute term for beer than another friend’s original, “dad’s juice,” which caused a moment of extreme chagrin in the grocery store when her son learned to point and ask for items on the shelf.
What about your family? Do you have special words you’d like to add to the lexicon?