Wyatt and I were headed to the grocery store today to pick up a few things for his birthday party tomorrow. He, of course, was singing about poop, so I made an attempt to change the conversation. Here is the result:
Me: Wyatt, do you love your preschool class?
Wyatt: Yes, poop.
Me: Do you have lots of new friends?
Wyatt: Yes, I have poopy friends.
Me: How many?
Wyatt: One, two, Phree, Bour, Bive (yes, we have pronunciation issues)
Me: Oh really? What are thier names?
Wyatt: Unnnnnnnn eeeeeeeeeeeeee Maggie, ............ Lisa................ Marge.
It wasn't until I heard MARGE that I caught on. Damn those Simpsons.
And for those of you baffled by the word POOP inserted into the conversation, see blog below.
1 comment:
Doh!
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