When my brother was about two or three years old, we taught him to say “I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.”
ELBOW, ELBOW; WRIST WRIST WRIST! ELBOW, ELBOW; WRIST WRIST WRIST!
Do stupid kid tricks my father taught me count?
Here I am, twenty years old, and he and I can still recite half of Stan Freberg’s History of the United States of America (Vol. 1 and 2) from memory. If I ever have to give a secret question with a given response that only he’ll know, I’ll just say “Geez, Charlie, you dumped that whole load of tea in the water there,” and he’ll come back with “Well, I miscalculated with the block and tackle,” quicker than you’d believe. Thanksgiving never passes without “Kinda scrawny looking, isn’t it?” and me responding “I thought I’d stuff some old bread in it and make it look a little fatter.” Sigh.
I’ve taught my two-year old nephew almost exactly the same thing. Whenever he wants to say no, he doesn’t say it normally, he shakes his index finger and his head side by side and says in a sing-song tone “Na na na na na na na”.
I love that kid.
My 2-year-old recognizes the University of Hawaii football logo as “U-H” (it’s a stylized letter H). So, when we walk by a picture of a helmet, she points and says “U-H!”
Then she saw one lying on its side. I asked her what it said. She paused, then yelled “U-I” 
My sister-in-law and I both know about the Tegan on Doctor Who, but she was no Peri Brown. My wife and I actually named our daughter after Teagan Gill, a little girl who used to be one of the Halloran School dancers on the Wiggles’ TV show.
We thought it would be a good name because it’s unusual enough that she will likely be the only Teagan in her classes in school (as opposed to six “Madisons”, “four “Emilys” and a pair of “Jennifers”), but not so unusual that she will need to go down to the courthouse on her 18th birthday and have her name legally changed to “Claire” if she ever wants to get a job.
I say all this, but when I told it to my mate Ernest who lives in Brisbane, he said that Teagan was a rather common name down his way and that his daughter Sarah went to school with four Teagans. Maybe you should try ordering your pencils from Australia…
In 1993, I named my son “Kyle” for the same reason. :smack: One year, he wasn’t even the only “Kyle N.”, much less the only Kyle!
My goddaughter was named by a Dr. Who fan, but one who didn’t remember where she had heard the name before.
(And Teaghan loves ABBA, convinced for years that the song went, “Teaghan the Dancing Queen!” I recommend letting yours believe the same thing; every kid loves to hear their name in song, and it’s not like they have a lot to choose from!)
Thanks, anyrose I pasted and saved that, should it ever come up. I’d never memorize it.
I remember discovering it on my own, too. But I think I was old enough then to blow up my own balloons.