My middle sister was always mixing words up... Once we heard her telling her little friend that was the church we went to.. and the preacher preached the gossip...
She and baby sister had their own language and nobody could understand them but me... Eyebrows were "eyeberries" and dresses were "wedalas"... We're all old now, and I'm the only one who remembers that language... When we're together I keep them entertained with it...