Today's Wonder of the World is...Speaking in Code!
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Oohday oohyay eakspay igpay atinlay?
You do? Ategray!
What fun it used to be to speak a secret language. Even if everybody but your little brother understood it.
Now that our kids are too smart for us to spell things out, (There's one B-R-O-W-N-I-E left. Do you want it?) Todd and I have been thinking we ought to come up with our own secret language.
Or maybe we should just learn Eggy Peggy.
Are you fluent? You could be. Just add the word egg before each vowel in a word.
So "How are you doing?" becomes "Heggow eggare yeggou deggoegging?"
I'm afraid those meddling kids would figure it out. Darn.
I found Eggy Peggy on Wikipedia with a whole slew of other crazy languages. We English speakers aren't the only nutty people in the world. Just about every common language has a wacko code for fun.
Have you heard of Louchébem?
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It's French butcher slang, used especially in Paris and Lyon. You take the first consonant, move it to the end, and add one of a group of suffixes.
So le boucher (butcher) becomes Louchébem, and le patron, Latronpuche.
I don't think I need French to be any more confusing.
I'm still confused over Ubbi Dubbi.
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Remember it? From Zoom?
Maybe you have to learn it when you're really young and have a flexible brain, not a stiff, dusty one like mine.
Speaking of little ones, these three babes developed their own secret code when they were tiny.
Hey Cassie, Jill, and Bailey!
Or is it Bailey, Jill, and Cassie? My triplet nieces undoubtedly understood their own little language, though it took us a little longer to catch on. Now they're teenagers and talk in text messages.
And hey little Amelia, Sarah, and Stu! That's quite a load of babies you've got there.
When Sarah was a baby and had her days and nights mixed up, we'd take her to Waffle House.
They have their own diner language.
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I'll have my hash browns scattered, smothered, covered, and chunked, ease-play.
Arr, get it right landlubber, or me might have t'see ye t'Davy Jones!
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I'm a fool for pirate talk.
Ahoy, mateys! (Or does that mean hello?)
Ave-hay an onderfulway ayday!