Sunday, October 12, 2008
I am Poo Poo
For a quick explanation, when my first grandson was first making attempts at talking the only words he could form for a name for me, granny, was Poo Poo. Even at 4 now, I am not granny or such, but I am Poo Poo. It was a keeper and brings eyebrow lifts from anyone who overhears... ...another daughter who had a baby in March already warned me.........I will be Poo Poo at their house, too. Ahhh, a rose by any other name. Potty training was a little difficult with word association, but we made it thru that. Maybe I shared toooo much??? Giggling over a given name....an endearment to me! :-)
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You're goofy :)
Once a Poo Poo, always a Poo Poo!
I just found your blog and am reading past posts. I had to share that when my son (now 30) was around 4 or 5 he was watching a show on TV about African tribes. He started calling me MommyZulu (although he spells it zooloo) and the name has stuck ever since. Talk about an eyebrow raiser! Ah yes, terms of endearment.
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