Sunday, May 21, 2006
For whatever reason, while I was growing up, my mom called it a "coo". Hohynah, fajayjay, virginia, there are anyway number of ways to refer to the passion flower. A woman I know with Down's calls it her "china", for lack of being able to pronounce it any clearer.
As children my dear friend and her younger sister went horseback riding. While positioned together on the same horse, my friend got excited and had it galloping a little too quickly for her younger sister's comfort. Little sister responded, "Stop it, [friend's name]! You're jabbering my furjyna!"
Another friend of mine read a book about discussing such matters with youth. The author wrote about the importance of referring to body parts with their accurate names. In so doing some of the silly, squirmishness that often comes about, will be conditioned out of the person. Subsequently, her daughter called it a "bulba". I remember going to church with this same friend and her daughter. The congregation sang fervently about Jesus and his cross. How his blood ran on the cross, and more on the general importance of the cross. The sweet girl whispered to my friend, "Mamma, cross means bulba." And without hesitation, in perfect mother form, my friend replied, "No honey, that's crotch."
Yes, it's come to that time folks, the part in the blog where we share our collective knowledge. Carte blanche, what do you refer to your cookie as?