Comments on: Floating Air Biscuits and Singing at the Table

By: Miss M

Miss M — Sat, 04 Mar 2006 09:09:10 +0000

We weren’t allowed to use the word “Kid” when referring to another child. My proper English Mum would chide us with, “A kid has four legs and a tail.” Oh, how I hated that.
Also, with an English Mum, words such as “Bloody”, “Shag” – in any of it forms, and “Beggar” were NEVER, under any circumstances, allowed to be uttered in our house with out SERIOUS repercussions. Other four letter words such as “Heck”, “Dang”, “Flip”, and “Crap” were totally acceptable. “Fart” was marginally acceptable, however “Butt Burp” was preferred. One time my brother and I actually looked up the word “Fart” in the dictionary and we found the greatest definition, “A minor explosion of air between the legs.” Out of all of the words I’ve ever looked up, that one has been forever etched in my mind. (Let that be a warning to you parents who repeatedly tell your children to “look it up” when they ask the meaning of a word.)

By: Anita Goodman

Anita Goodman — Thu, 02 Mar 2006 05:28:17 +0000

We weren’t suppose to say “poop” or “crap” although we did when my mom wasn’t around. My mom would always say instead “stink”. The memory of my mother saying “Do you need to stink?” makes my skin crawl even now. Now that all my brothers and sisters are grown we mock my mother’s choice of venacular and tell her now that we probably would have felt more confortable if she would have just simply used the word cowboys used to say “poop” instead (if you don’t know what word that is – let me know and I’ll whisper it to you.)

By: Lancelot

Lancelot — Wed, 01 Mar 2006 22:47:09 +0000

You are so stinking original and funny.

When I was young we ‘blasted’. As the word ‘fart’ was developed in my later years, it was acceptable to use. In my home, we are not allowed to say ‘fart’. But I still say it when my children are not around…..along with certain other words.

I cuss a lot when I drive. I also pick my nose a lot when I drive. I don’t know what it is! Door shuts, finger in nose. Door opens, finger removed. Closed, finger in. Open, finger out. Cuss, cuss, cuss, cuss, cuss.

But I NEVER cuss around my children. Or wife. She knows I cuss, but doesn’t have to listen to it.

I also don’t allow my children to indulge in caffeinated beverages. (Man that word was hard to spell!) Anyhoo, do I drink caffeine? Yes, in limited quantities. I wonder what that says to my children? Oh well, more pressing matters.