Confused? Let’s Ask The Magic Ate Ball

The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” – George Bernard Shaw

Thirty or more years ago, my friend’s mom successfully saved her friend from choking one night at a restaurant. Many times she’s proudly recounted the story of saving a life by using the Heineken remover technique.

It doesn’t matter the number of times her son has told her that it’s the Heimlich maneuver. She sticks to her version of the name because she likes it better. And no, her friend wasn’t choking on a Heineken at the time.

Hearing that story reminds me of the delightful things we get wrong. My son, six-year-old Mr. D calls the pamphlet included with products to show us how to assemble them constructions. And that makes a lot of sense.

He also likes it when we all cuzzle up on the couch. Since Cooper the dog is often involved, this combo of cuddle and nuzzle is pretty apt.

When ten-year-old Miss O was two or three, she called the colander the homey hokey. The Magic Eight Ball was the Magic Ate Ball and we didn’t even know we thinking about it as different things.

As I kid, I thought I heard my dad tell me that brown fuzzy creatures were called Mormons. That made it confusing the first time I met a kid that was a practicing Mormon because I wondered if they worshipped brown fuzzy creatures. Come to find out, those are marmots.

Communicating is hard. It’s amazing we ever get our point across.

Do you have some favorite words in your history or lexicon?

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