Edward at lactose incompetent wrote a hilarious piece on euphemisms used in childhood.

My grandmother was practically Queen Victoria for the iron-bound rules of proper conduct and social ettiquette she enforced. No words for bodily functions were allowed, not slang, not even proper scientific or anatomical terminology. Only the most obscure, bizarre euphemisms existed, a secret code apparently known only to the family lest some outsider discover that we did, in fact, perform the same unsavory human functions as everyone else. One did not fart, suffer flatulence, pass gas, break wind or even toot in our household; the word was “boop”. It is quite disturbing to recall that as a boy I did not have a penis, a dick, a wang, a doodle, a dingle, a thing, a pee-pee; I had a teapot.

Do read the entire post. It’s classic. I thank Edward for making me smile and reminding me how glad I am to be an adult.