Bernard O'Shea: Four things I learned about the 6-7 meme
Bernard shares one way to stop your kids from wrecking your head
Back in the 90s, long before âsix sevenâ was echoing through Irish kitchens, I was doing my parentsâ heads in with a different kind of verbal torture: âDonât have a cow, man.â
I said it morning, noon, and night â in the car, at the dinner table, at Mass... and even when no one was giving out to me in the first place.
My mother would grip her hands tight as if bracing for electric shock treatment. My father had a far more direct response: âIf you say that one more time, youâll be having a cow.â
They didnât know or care who Bart Simpson was; they didnât understand or care to understand why I kept quoting him, and they definitely didnât understand why this small, bowl-haired child had turned into a one-line American catchphrase machine.

The internet grabbed it instantly. And because LaMelo Ball â an NBA star with TikTok superstardom â is also six foot seven, the numbers fused like two cousins fighting over the last selection box.
Every basketball edit, every hype clip, every slow-motion dribble: boom. âSix-sevenâ slapped over it.
From there, it stopped being a lyric and became a vibe. A sound. A feeling.
Dictionary.com even chose 6-7 as the Word of 2025 â imagine being beaten by a number.
Final thought? The meme wasnât born in a classroom. It was born in music, sport, and an algorithm that loves nonsense more than your child loves avoiding chores.
In one clip, he accidentally became a primary-school menace and the face of a meme he absolutely did not mean to create.Â
By the summer of 2025, the lad wasnât just a meme â he was folklore.Â
Kids were distorting his image into horror edits, remixing him into TikToks, and shouting his catchphrase like a war cry every time they opened a book to page 67.
Final thought? He didnât invent the meme â he just launched it into orbit and made every adult in a 20-mile radius question their sanity.
Linguists call it âplayful nonsense with social bonding propertiesâ. Parents call it: âStop shouting numbers in my face before I lose the will to live.â
Teens adore it because it annoys adults and delights each other â the two primary fuels powering Generation Alpha.Â
It requires no explanation, no punchline, no context. You donât even need to be in the conversation. You just yell âSIX SEVENâ, flap your hands, and run.
Final thought? If you try to solve it, youâve already proved youâre old.
Brands have jumped in, too. When McDonaldâs UAE starts giving out extra nuggets âin honour of 6-7,â you know the meme is officially on life-support.
Final thought?
Memes used to take years to become part of the folklore. Now it takes a TikTok sound and one small lad shouting at a camera.
Use it incorrectly. Say it at the wrong time, loudly, in public.âWho wants dinner? SIX SEVEN!â.Â
They will wither inside. Do the hand gesture wrong.
Rotate your wrists like youâre mixing a bowl of cake batter. It drives them absolutely insane.
Overuse it. Kids thrive on the edge and chaos â not adults butchering their memes with Dad energy. Say it so often they choke on their own cringe.
Make it educational.âOh, you said 67? Great! Letâs revise your times tables.â They will never say it again.
Tell them the origin story. Nothing kills a meme faster than a parent explaining it like itâs Leaving Cert poetry.
âActually, love, the phrase derives from a 2024 track by Philadelphia rapper...â
âSTOP, DAD. PLEASE.â
You canât truly stop a meme. But you can bore it to death â and for a parent, thatâs victory.

