This is a bit embarrassing but...
I've been told that my way with words as a child was creative, to say the least. My slang word for candy, for example, was the same as most people's slang word for poo. I would frequently yell throughout the store: "Mama! Can I get caca?"

I wish that were the worst of it, but another example that makes me cringe to this day is my first encounter with someone from another race. When a black men bent to smile at me from my stroller, I at once (allegedly) cried out...

"Look, mom! A monkey!"

*Cringe*

The thing I admire most about my mother is the fact that she was able to restrain herself from drowning me in a bathtub at the age of three.
(BrainSurgerysFun, Sun 20 Apr 2008, 0:33, closed)