This record is from August 4, 2002 when I first started recording Malapropisms.
I started noticing malapropisms ran in the family when Mr. Perfect’s brother told us following a dentist appointment of his that he had an “incestuous” tooth. Yep. It raised my eyebrows, too.
Then my daughter, Blondie, wrote on her English report following the 9/11 attacks that our country was having a problem with “tourism.” Now that could be true in large part due to the “terrorism” that she was meaning to say.
Sam told us that he overheard some kids talking about him and a girl sitting together in the library. MP responded, “What? Are you guys an OBJECT now?” (Most puppy-lover’s are referred to as an “Item” for those of you who missed that one.)
During this week of August 2002, MP and I were looking over the plans for our cabin to see where we wanted electrical outlets and switches and such. MP pointed to an area in the loft by the stairs and said, “You can put one of those “tofu” beds here.”
Of course, I responded with “Tofu?”
Realizing that he must have said it wrong, he said, “What is it? TooFawn?”
Starting to laugh even harder, I responded, “TooFawn?” I let him suffer for a minute before I told him the word he was looking for……FUTON!
However, we do speak fondly of Tofu couches all the time now.