I was fielding questions from my nephews and nieces on what the young of various things are called.
A baby house is a flat, a baby bicycle is a tricycle, a baby rabbit is a kitten, etc etc.

Then "What's a baby Uncle Vagabond called?"

"Well I don't have any children, so they're not called anything."

"Actually" interrupted the six year old, with strident and impressive, confident authority, "There are other people in the world called Uncle Vagabond and their babies are called Big Fat Chicken, Eric The Heffalump, and Bee-boo Baba."

You think I talk shit? This kid is fluent.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 21 Apr 2011, 14:30, 5 replies)

get him an account
he'd fit right in
(Monkeystrumpet monkey. Monkey, MONKEY!!!, Thu 21 Apr 2011, 16:08, closed)

if you ever have a son
you have to call him Eric
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 21 Apr 2011, 19:01, closed)

Is this a pearoast
or am I going mad?
( Bats, Fri 22 Apr 2011, 6:12, closed)

I'm sure it's a pearost...
...and a great one too. The 'Bee-boo Baba' rings a bell.
(emadex thinks the world will end on, Fri 22 Apr 2011, 16:20, closed)

It's a pea-roasted story, but not text - I couldn't be bothered to search for the original.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 26 Apr 2011, 9:14, closed)