My mother told me once of a story of when I was but a wee sprite of 3 or 4 years of age. One of the girls next door came knocking to see if I wanted to come out to play. I quickly ran to the door to see what she wanted and was met with a look of shock and chased after by words from my mother as to just what I thought I was doing.
I turned to look at her wondering what the big fuss was about when she tried to explain to me that I “should not be running to the door when I was naked.”
I was not about to face such an accusation and quickly responded “I am NOT naked!!! I have MY SOCKS ON!!”
Another story my mother told me, we were at the supermarket when I turned to her and asked “Mom, what does ‘freendo’ mean?”
My mother was a bit confused. She thought about it but couldn’t place the word, so she asked me. “I’m not quite sure what you mean. Freendo? Where did you hear that?”
I said rather non-plussed “No where, I just made it up!”