Busgetti = spagetti Hossibul = hospital Gaga = granny (me) Disor OR didador = dinosaur. There is a LOT of discussion about these things which GS is convinced still exist. Mum mum = bum (GS has found bums hilarious from about 10 months onwards)
I love my GS's squeaky little voice. It is quite at odds with his size. He is as big as a 4 year old but isn't 3 yet.
Not from my children, though there must have been some - but my aunt when a small child had a friend apparently called Jumping Nellie. She turned out to be Joan Pengelly. It still makes us laugh.
Buppy was bread-and-butter Glubbys were gloves and usually worn when you had to have a Scraff too I always thought that the song "Underneath The Arches" was "Underneath The Archers" (an everyday story of country folk ...)
Barstick - basket, wallop - wallet, holtiday - holiday, I can hear my trods - can hear footsteps, banilla - vanilla, cementser mixer - cement mixer. Probably dozens more that we still use with a smile.
Sodits = sausages Bedclo = blanket (singular of bedclothes we presumed) Dinky Noddid = drink of orange We also had bisgetti for spaghetti Ballinster = bannister Ambliance = ambulance
Not a word, but ‘stuffed to the highest heaven’ (full), same dd.
Not exactly baby-talk, but from my brother who was a voracious reader very early on, and consequently came across a lot of words he’d never heard pronounced.
So we still say Gribble-ayter (as in Rock of Gribble-ayter.)
Arm-bows - elbows Playing flour - plain flour - via nursery where the nn's would make up play-dough from flour. DD2 singing in church at the top of her voice ' All things bright and beautiful all pizzas great & small ..... The purple hairy mountains, the river running by .... DGD calls grand-dad Grandy which worked out well so we can distinguish between other Grandfathers.
Radiheater and televinge for radiator and television. Glubs for gloves, like others.
DGS4 loves Eureka, the National Children’s Museum. He thinks it’s called My-Reka, which leads to many passionate exchanges on the lines of “But it’s not Your-Reka or His-Reka, it’s My-Reka”.