Me: Sweetheart please don’t say that.
Princess (hysterical giggle): Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Me : Darling, really, please donÂ’t say that.
on 07 October 2004 at 22:08
but we really need to ask where she got this from?
on 07 October 2004 at 23:04
I believe Mr Waffle is in charge of the French words, and Mrs Waffle is in charge of the English ones, which must mean…
on 07 October 2004 at 23:15
It’s probably the lack of sleep.
on 08 October 2004 at 00:24
It’s the Belgian accent the darling child has got.
on 08 October 2004 at 11:10
I think Bobble is right it must be her accent. Silver, you are cunning. Chintzy, you saw an earlier version of this wherein I tried to place the blame on her father’s shoulders. Due to the regime of oppressive censorship which prevails in Waffle Towers I was forced to remove this. Also, it may not be his fault, ref Silver’s comment.
on 08 October 2004 at 19:35
I reckon she’s really saying ‘foc’ – a commonly used French word which crops up in everyday language, meaning … “genoa” (y’know, the front sail on a yacht..) worth a try to put the blame on Mr W?
on 09 October 2004 at 09:56
Nah.. it’s to do with table manners. The child wants her ‘fork’, that’s all.
on 09 October 2004 at 09:57
.. but in any event I blame the mother.
on 09 October 2004 at 13:13
Lauren, Jack, good suggestions. We’re doing some good work with darn at the moment…
on 10 October 2004 at 07:55
LOL. Ahhh we reap what we sow 🙂
on 11 October 2004 at 13:08
Cha0tic, very biblical.
on 11 October 2004 at 13:29
Poor waffle. Fab princess. Hee hee.
on 11 October 2004 at 13:36
ha ha ha! I laugh now, because this will happen to us.
on 11 October 2004 at 13:41
Thank you pog, I think. I certainly hope it happens to you JoJo. I was hoping for a stream of reassuring, oh yeah that happened to us too and so far zilch – Eliott is my only hope.
on 11 October 2004 at 14:25
A great way to difuse this one is to mishear and go “yes dear you are right, it’s a Duck” “muck, where?”. Same with burger, bullocks etc.
on 11 October 2004 at 14:41
It happened to my sis, if that’s any consolation. Picture sis going to pick up lil niece from kindergarten in the next village. Is wandering up just in time to see nice little old lady bending down to speak to lil niece. Hears ‘Hello little boy'(sic), what’s your name?’ ‘Lil Niece’. ‘That’s a lovely name. And where do you live?’
‘Fuckin’ Faversham …’
Little Old Lady gapes.
Sister turns on heel and hides behind hedge.
Later shouts at partner for telling lil niece what to tell people if is lost when very drunk (partner, not lil niece).