Another Finnish word that applies to almost any situation imaginable. Boymom sometimes swearing helps shirt. I guess the descriptions in the video might be hard to understand, but you get a general idea. Now you know both “none” and “perkele”, which means you have mastered the skill of conversational Finnish. This song used to annoy me when I was little. Made me so sad, like why wouldn’t love to be enough?? Ah. Unfortunately, now I understand the depth of the meaning. Because sometimes you can try your hardest, for years, & despite your best efforts, people are imperfect human beings who can just (quite literally) break things (& people) beyond repair, & the relationship dies, & there’s not a damn thing you can do about it (ie: abuse that continues & never gets better). I hate that I understand this song fully now. My oldest son wanted to see what would happen if he peed on an electric fence. He ran home screaming with his pants around his ankles. He laid around the house for a couple of days with no pants on because his wacker was sore. If that wasn’t bad enough a month later he did it AGAIN!!!!
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My then 3 years old had been learning Boymom sometimes swearing helps shirt the correct name for things and was toilet training. At peak hour on the very full train ride home, he started singing “penis, I have a penis!” All attempts to get him to stop singing just made him shout/sing it louder! “PENIS PENIS, I HAVE A PENIS!!” The whole train compartment was in fits of giggles which of course made my loves-the-spotlight child’s day. Most embarrassing train ride ever. I’m a grandma of 6 grandsons and I love every one of them since I have 4 girls. My favourite memory is walking in on grandsons all dressed up as superheroes and no pants! They were all under 4 but seeing Spider-Man, Batman and Captain America all running around with no pants on was hilarious for this Nana! Will always remember the pitter patter of their little feet, their giggles and cute butts and little ding-dongs. Be still my heart, they grow up so fast. mine isn’t really a penis story but a testicle story. My son was probably 4 at the time and going to a church summer daycare program. They had traced their body outline on a large piece of paper and were adding parts as they learned about them. I asked one night what part did he learn of today. He reached down and grabbed his “junk” and said, “we learned about these”. I just about choked. Turns out they learned about kidneys and placed those on their body outlines. whew. what a relief.