When you were a child what did your mammy call....

She calls me chicken :mad: hate it whats wrong with my real name

The word mammy got the head eaten off me on a famous pop singers fan site forum
it's offensive to African American's it dates back to the slave days.How the **** is a Irish fan supposed to know these things.
A lot of Irish people call their Mother's 'Mammy'

listermint wrote: »

Youngfellitz,

As in 'Heeere Young-fell-its

You're ma called your bits here young fellits?

That phrase makes a lot more sense now.

Standard, really

Penis - Willy
Testicles - Balls
Vagina - Fanny
Breasts - Boobs

Could be worse though - Cock N Balls - NSFW

NothingMan wrote: »

Hermaphrodite?

Why? You interested? I also have a tail and a fifth nipple. :pac:

sbsquarepants wrote: »

No, if it was wibbly wobbly, he wouldn't be his da!

Hence the "wonder" part, for the times it wasnt wibbly, wobbly :P

mo sicin beag bui



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beat that bitches

Duggy747 wrote: »

Apparently, my GF can recall being born...............*cough*

I refuse to use rolleyes :pac:

My boyfriends dad once told me that some babies have such good memories that they can "actually remember the face of the person who delivered them"

Believe me there was plenty of rolled eyes!

In my house boys have willys and girls have fairies

Cat Melodeon wrote: »

Snot was snot in our house and was removed from sight with the efficiency and brutality of an SAS operation.

Not having a penis, I didn't have to worry about wibbly wobblies. 'Down there' was generally referred to as a vagina by mam, although when changing younger siblings nappies, dad called it a tuppence.

Poo was poo, wee was wee.

I can remember things from when I was a year and a half old. I'm going to be very careful in front of my 17 month old, will have to do all the bad stuff in private from now on.
I call his wibbly wobblies either by their correct name or his willy/stones.

Pretty much the same as me. Snot was snot, penis was willy, boobs were boobies, poo was poo and wee was wee. Although I always called my vagina my "front bum", not sure if that's what I called it naturally or what my mother called it.

I remember quite a few things from before I was two also. I remember frequently refusing to eat my dinner because I hated vegetables. I remember getting stung by a bee in the garden when I was one and a half, and I remember being transfixed by a snail and following it up the path for what felt like hours.

NothingMan wrote: »

That's because that was only a week ago, I told you not to take those mushies!

Good times.

Up-n-atom! wrote: »

We didn't have special names for anything - just snot, peepee/willy etc - I do however remember my toddler little brother being traumatised by my aunt who used to threaten to put his 'willy in a jam jar and feed it to Granny's cats' any time he ran around naked after his bath:D

That is brilliant.

I used to love running around in the nip after a bath, flapping the towel around, pretending I was a superhero. Actually I still love doing that.

ntlbell wrote: »

You mean you recall stories of things that happened when you were 18 months old right?

I call BS on anyone who can remember anything before 3/4

generally people hear the story so much they think they remember the incident.

I have very strong memories from when I was very little. My first memory (when I was 18 months old) is of being held in my aunt's arms while we went for a walk along the railway tracks outside my gran's house. I remember I was wearing a yellow dress and that I thought there was something wrong with her face (she has lots of freckles). I know this memory is from then because they moved from that house shortly after and I was never there again. There are no photos of it either, so I couldn't have implanted a false memory. It's not exactly a big story - I asked my aunt about it when I was a teenager and she said that yes, she did take me for a walk down the tracks but had forgotten all about it. I also have heaps of memories of the flat and park where we used to live in England, including my sister's first day at school (I was 2), a trip to the zoo for her birthday (I was 2 and 2 months) and standing on Trafalgar Square being freaked out by pigeons (about 2 and a 1/2). We moved back to Ireland when I was three.

So I call BS on your blanket statement. Some people remember things better than others. I'm still a sponge and remember all sorts of completely unnecessary stuff. Very annoying, it clogs up all the space for remembering worthwhile stuff.

The 'priest's pipe'-that man would suck on it for ages.













Just kidding.:D