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.
Abe's right. And the poo poo stores here in LA are just plain crappy.....
I beg to differ. The all time best poo poo stores can be find right over here. Solomon seems to have recently purchased tons of merchandise, so....
Your child cracks me up.
Ttake him to a dim sum restaurant and order a poopoo platter.
I hope you continue to blog for a long time so Abe can read these stories when he's older. I'm sure he'll think they're funny when he's a teen, but when he's an adult he will love to read them.
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