Forks, Knives, & Spoonerisms

As a child I intentionally mixed up my words and phrases. Unfortunately, that sensation has not gone away as I've aged. I regularly spout out spoonerisms - what results when you flip the beginning sounds of consecutive words. Here are some of my recent examples -

"Jocket Packet" (meaning Jacket Pocket)
"Doat Bockings" (meaning Boat Dockings)

Or the famous one from my childhood, "Wrash Wrog" (meaning wash rag)

I also regularly embark on the impromptu game with Mr. Fleece I like to call "the cousin of catchphrase" - there's a word I'm thinking of but I can’t actually recall what it is, so I'll give an overview of the meaning and then say a word that comes to mind that I know isn't correct, but might be close enough for Mr. Fleece to figure it out. It's always terrible when he knows what word I'm thinking of and then I'm left stuck, frustrated, and still at a loss.

My approach is always to just throw a word out there, knowing it's incorrect but with the hope that there's some level of "sounds like" or association that Mr. Fleece can make the connection to what I really mean. It's baffling how regularly this occurs and how frequently I mix up my words.

I think it's because I'm speaking too fast or just willy-nilly talking without thinking. Regardless, it always makes for a good laugh. Speaking of which, here's one of our family's favorite jokes to re-tell.

What's the most religious bird?
My answer as a child: A woodpecker!

The real answer is supposed to be a "cardinal".

Ridiculoso,

SJW