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Well, not to start this thread off on a bad note, but my son broke his leg. A spiral fracture of the right fibula to be exact. He has been in a non-weight bearing cast for nearly two weeks now and will get a new cast put on this Tuesday. He is also taking this setback like a trooper, and has not complained once. I am very proud of him. But the background here is to explain why we have been stocking up on popsicles. My 22-month old daughter loves them too and is quite insistent on getting some whenever she wants.
However, POPSICLE has translated into "Dut Dohs" in her language, and I was the proud parent who got to explain to the rest of my extended family what exactly she wanted when she would hang from the refrigerator door like a monkey crying for "Dut dohs, dut dohs!". You can imagine my pride in speaking her language and educating everyone else.
So our household how calls popsicles "dut dohs" and the new name is spreading like wildfire. So sit back and have a dut doh on me.
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We have multiple dut dohs in various forms, including the ones you can buy by the case of 100 (Pop Ice/Fla-vor-aid), the 2 stick variety pack, and the classic single stick Popsicle Branded ones.
We are now the unofficial Dut Doh headquarters of Western Pensylvania.
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Before having a dut-doh, she should have some lunch. Maybe some doddy-dahs and goo-wocko-whee. (French fries and broccoli)
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I am having dut dohs with "Munch" (her nickname, her name is Kerrigan) when I get home. My son is getting a medal for his contribution to Little League Minor League tonight. So, after that, dut dohs, here we come!
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A few nights ago I made supper, and also made cookies timed to be in the oven while we ate. I give our darling 23 month old his bowl of nachos, and he says, "No, dat not my bowl, (points to mixing bowl) DAt's my bowl". I tell him he needs to eat supper first, and he tells me , "No, I no yike it supper, it's cookie time!" Hubby loved that, of course, where do you think the boy gets it?
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My wife bought these swirled pudding?/ice cream popsicles that had vanilla/chocolate, van/strawberry, banana/choc, and choc/fudge and they were yummy. Unfortunately, I cannot remember the brand name of them... Posts: 1870 | Registered: Mar 2003
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My son created his own words in his younger years that still linger to this day.
His word for passing gass was "sark." He would say it to everyone whenever this happened and giggle, as only a little boy can. "I sark stinky!" was a favorite expression.
He also referred to a part of his body as his pe-er (instead of peepee or any other childish name). At first, his mother thought that I had taught him to call it a peter, a term I never use. We eventually figured out that he was actually conjugating a verb. A thing that pees must be a pe-er!
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My oldest daughter had her own phrase for when she wanted to be picked up. She'd hold her arms up and say "mine". If she wasn't picked up right away, she'd glare and say "my baby!".
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