Boys Have Crotches. Girls Have a… Pango?

My five-year-old loves to make up words.

He isn’t technically “reading” yet, so he strings random letters together when naming his inventions. Such classics include a GPO or GPIO (depending on if he forgets the “i”): which is a Zoobcreation that is part car, part rocket, part boat, and is fully loaded with radars and missiles.

Sort of like Transformers meets James Bond.

Yes, it is like having his own Transformer, heavily inspired by Cars 2.

His inventions aren’t the only thing subject to creative naming.

Tuesday a child at his preschool brought some toys. I did not see these toys, but asked The Tackler to draw an image of them:

The lower one is drawn “life-size”, with a penny for comparison.

Lacking a real name for these items, my son helped name them: Tootie-doodies.

(He just told me in Spanish they are (phonetically spelled) called “Fol-nos-eh-cease”, and in Russian they are called “Mol-stas-sti”. After googling and finally hearing the keyword “robot” I learned they are called robot Q.)

Ok… they do look really cool.

They were the classroom hit of the day.

Whatever they are.

Things don’t have to lack a real name to be christened something new, however.

While we were back in Iowa visiting family, we all sat around the kitchen table, when this random conversation came about:

The Tackler: “Boys have crotches. Girls have pangos.”

Me: “What is a pango?” (I was confused, given our use of grammatically correct names for body parts.)

The Tackler: “Huh?”

Me: “Who told you it was called a pango?”

TT: “My penguin, that I snuggle with. I call him Pango. And boys have crotches, but girls have pangos.”

The Husband: “At least he likes to snuggle with them.”

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We have to be careful about the movies and television our children watch. My son in particular, loves to mimic and considers most of what he sees undeniable fact.

After a recent viewing of Monsters, Inc., my son informed my husband, “You can’t go ice skating in the Himilayas.”

My husband, used to random statements, simply blinked and asked, “Why?”

The Tackler replied, “It’s too steep.”

At least the movies have that right.

We’ve had interesting conversations about Big Bentley versus Big Ben, again thanks to Cars 2.

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I have been told Lil’ Diva is very talkative for her age. Repeatedly. For the last nine months.

Her phrases and sentences are often so random, I completely forget her exact wording before I can write it down.

One day, probably two months ago (thanks to my sporadic posts these last few months), she was playing with her psychedelic colored stuffed monkey while testing the effects of gravity:

Lil Diva sat on the couch, snuggling her monkey. Suddenly, she flung it to the floor.

“Monkey! You fell! Wait for me! Wait for me!

She jumped from the couch, rescuing him from the tile.

“Monkey you so proud. I got you. Do not run away from me,” she scolded him.

The monkey found himself on the floor again.

“Monkeeeey! No! You run away from me!”

I popped my ears trying to muffle my laughter.

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What have your children done to amuse you lately?