That's my attempt at a better title. Beth loves Winnie the Pooh. (The classic movie. I'm not a fan of the modern stuff. What a way to ruin good characters and good storytelling. Anyway...) She has a stuffed Pooh Bear that she recently latched onto at Grandma JoAnn's house. She insisted that it was hers, "My Poop," and took it home. There's no giving it back now. Sorry Grandma. And sorry to all you other grandkids. It's Beth's favorite thing. As you can see, she calls it Poop. When she wants to watch the movie she asks, "Watch Poop?" And now, because of her cousin Ryan's influence, she calls the bear Poopy. All day long we hear, "My Poopy." And "Bottle for Poopy. Yummy milk, Poopy?" And other such things.
That's all.
4 comments:
What Ryan do you mean? My Ryan is totally innocent and has never done anything wrong.
Ryan Woods ends every word with "ee." Beth picked it up and asks for things like "watee" and wears "sockies." So "Poopy" is his "ee" influence, not his potty-talk influence. Ryan McFadden is totally innocent and has never done anything wrong. That is true.
Megan, very clever title.
Even the "original" movie (by which I mean derivative) was a departure from the delightful source material. From there it slid down the slippery slope to the Tigger movie(s). And then into a yawning Sarlaac pit, which explains the pain while watching anything since.
Nice title. :-)
At least Beth calls the bear Poop innocently. I remember calling him Poop when I was five and thinking I was being really naughty . . . and enjoying it. My one rebellion . . . . :-)
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