Children exhist at the coal face of language and bring it’s evolution home to the grubby kitchen table. Some of my favourites include the verb: to pone which evolves into ponnage and poner and poned.
It’s meaning: to claim victory at the tether ball pole. Evolved from to own. I owned you= I beat you. I poned him = I beat him. Poner! Ponnage! General victory battle cry.
In gratitude for these auditory treats I have found some suitable mammy – son van music.
I recall the abyss of enduring Terry Wogan of Radio 2 extraction as a child. Auditory equiv of a very severe toothache.
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