Children's misheard, misremembered or made up words.

DGD has been spying something beginning with 'blue' (the sky), 'green' (grass), 'red' (a car) ....
At least she knows her colours!

Fabulous, one of my DGDs used to say "I spy with my little eye something beginning with. . . . .yellow" lol!
My dear Mum used like just a slither of cake.
A friend of my dear sister says of her DGC "it's just a phrase they're going through" ?

From my sister when small: I spy something beginning with J - after lengthy attempts to discover what it was we finally gave in and she proudly said: "Jressing gown!"

Sticky toffee pudding became stiffy cocky pudding - we always call it that now.

Nearly drowned at the pool when4 yr old grandson asked for his "gobbles" .

He followed that up with the fact that what he would really like is a "snorker" instead

When we were little my parents used to play I Spy With My Little Eye Something The Colour Of.... this for the tinies who hadn't yet learnt to spell (and the older ones used to join in as well, bless them).

My third baby (who is 43) has a futility room, where nothing' s in the right place.

We three kings of glory and tar
Maffis - massive
Disgusterous
Countylater - calculator
Hephellafant

My 3 year old grandson asked for a cold compost when he hurt himself. Its been that ever since

I couldn't say shoulders but said soldiers instead. My second son called fruit and ice cream gock and gimmer and my youngest son called Father Christmas - Farmer Christmas.

DD1 learnt two songs when she was little - "Come for a row in my pink blue boat" (I think it was meant to be big not pink, but still like the idea of a magenta boat!) and the other was by Queen, and we still sing about "We are the Shampoos of the world".But it's not just kids. My elderly aunt came from Aberdeen to visit and offered to make supper. "I'll make scrambled eggs". My father, having enjoyed the eggs sighed happily "Ah, there's nothing like scrambled eggs" and couldn't understand when she burst into tears - she thought he was criticising that "That's nothing like . . . " We had some Royal Worcester egg coddlers, and the same aunt thought they were egg cuddlers". Happy memories.

We have a friend who still pronounces 'hospital' as 'hospikal' and 'little' as 'likkle'
Is it a Manchester thing?

DD's FiL insists on calling his prostate his prostrate even though he has been put right on more than one occasion. I know a lot of people do mistake one for t'other. We crease up every time it is mentioned - which is often.
I had an Uncle Cyril and for years right up to my teens he was, in my head, Uncle Squirrel until one day the truth dawned....
As for scrambled eggs - my Dad always called them scrambled 'legs' and my DDs and DGCs call them the same to this day.

When our grandson was about three and a half, we took him on the tram. There is a recorded announcement for each upcoming stop and the one for Granville Road comes out sounding very like 'Crumble Road'. GS said "that man said this is Crumble Road. Is it because it's made of crumble, Nanny?" We did put him right, but we can't think of it as anything but Crumble Road now!

When I was a child

from God Bless the Prince of Wales........oh, let the prairie echo. It seemed reasonable enough to me at the time, if we all sang lound enough it would..wouldn't it?

and
Or moor and fen, or crag and torrentill, the night be gone

I asked my mother what it was she didn't know either, but I visualised it as a little red flower, bit like a scarlet pimpernel

DD used to get 'eggcups' and to this day hiccoughs are so-called in our family

My older daughter used to say she was ' hiccing up'....well it's logical!

Thuman beans from son

After accidentally jumping on a delicate area of his father a small DGS assured me that he wouldn't jump on daddy's besticles again!