While sitting in his favorite spot on the kitchen counter while I was making popcorn for our Saturday movie night, Abe started to talk about 'poo poo'. It was making me giggle. He was serious about it so I had to hide my giggles. He told me that his friend told him about this word poo poo. I wasn't sure if he knew what it was, so I asked him, "Abe, where do you get your poo poo?"
He looked at me seemingly dumbfounded at the realization of what an idiot his mother is to ask such a question. He answered blankly, "At the poo poo store, Mom."
He then went on to tell me that he flies to Hawaii for his because they have the best poo poo stores anywhere.
Just so you know.