I got an email from Wendy the other day with a subject line that said “Poo.” She wasn’t going to be able to make it to our Seattle Mom Blogs party and she was expressing her disappointment excrementally. As is often the case with Wendy, she made me laugh. Her email reminded me of a conversation I’d had with Laylee a couple of days earlier.
Me: OH POO!
Laylee: Did you just say “poo”?
Me: Umm… Yes I did.
Laylee: Did you mean “poo” like “Pooh” the bear?
Me: Umm… Yes I did. Oh POOH-bear I’m annoyed right now!
Laylee: Cause that’s what I thought.
Me: Yep.
I know he’s a bear of very little brain, but is that really any reason for so many people to take his name in vain so callously?
My 3 year old calls him “Winnie-a-Pooh”, and we’ve had several awkward discussions about the exact, uh…..organic make-up of that bear.
I’m so glad you have Laylee around to keep your mouth in check…
hehehe!!! I need to wash out my mouth! I am SURE it was a typo and I meant to write POOH! As in, I wish Pooh could help me fix this problem….oh, poooooooohhhhhhhh! Help!
Actually, this is a hazard of motherhood. Not so much replacing the ordinary swear words, but given the amount of bodily waste I have come in contact with for the past four years, it’s on your mind, right??
I’ve been saying that too lately! I find I get more and more creative as my kids get older.
My niece was maybe 5 when my sister heard her in the bathroom saying, “hod. hod. hod. somebody wrote hod on my panties.”
Um, yeah, she was sitting on the potty, reading “Pooh” upside down and backwards off her underwear.