Mighty Red Pen

March 11, 2009

Now you gotta kiss me

Filed under: At home with MRP,Kidspeak,Wordsworthy — mighty red pen @ 7:25 pm
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Recently overheard at la casa de MRP: a number of schoolyard taunts that I haven’t heard since I was a kid running around on the playground in my Zips and Toughskins, and half my classmates were named Jennifer and had long hair and the other half were named Brian and had bowl cuts. These were uttered by S., age 5 1/2:

Miss me, miss me, now you gotta kiss me
Liar, liar, pants on fire

And my personal favorite flashback:

Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater

So here is my question. I didn’t teach these to los niños, I haven’t said or heard these in decades. They learned them on the playground at school. How are these schoolyard taunts handed down through the generations? Is it from one big brother to another? Are they written on the bathroom walls?

If you have a favorite schoolyard taunt you remember, let’s hear it!

6 Comments »

  1. Baby, baby, stick your head in gravy
    Wipe it up with bubble gum and send it to the Navy!

    My theory is that the transmission of these is all child-to-child, no adults necessary. If you think about school, there is an unbroken link between your kids and the kids who were at that school in the 1970s–all the kids in between, listening to taunts and passing them on.

    Comment by Nancy a.k.a. Roving Lemon — March 11, 2009 @ 7:44 pm | Reply

  2. I see London I see France I see (insert name)underpants.

    Of course the classic “sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g” song.

    Comment by Molie — March 11, 2009 @ 7:50 pm | Reply

  3. “Get off my case, toilet face!”

    Comment by tk. — March 12, 2009 @ 11:13 am | Reply

  4. Not an insult, but I always liked the “Miss Susie hand-slap games.

    Comment by Tamaryn — March 13, 2009 @ 10:47 am | Reply

  5. Ummm, what’s wrong with classmates having long hair and being named Jennifer?

    Comment by Jenn(a)fer — March 18, 2009 @ 8:40 am | Reply

  6. My favorite schoolyard taunt was “Gentile!” This was inevitably uttered by a blond, blue-eyed tough kid on the way to Priesthood classes. Did I mention I was in Utah at the time?

    Comment by David — March 18, 2009 @ 8:32 pm | Reply


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