So Eddie was eating a cheese stick, when he suddenly started insisting that it was doggie poop. "Doggie poop," he said, pointing at it emphatically. "Doggie poop!"
"What?" I said, grossed out. "That's not doggie poop!"
He laughed. "Doggie poop."
"No, that's cheese!"
"Doggie poop."
I had to get across to this kid that this was not good table conversation. "No, doggie poop is gross. We don't touch it, and we don't put it in our mouths!"
Eddie considered this. "Mommy doggie poop," he said.
"Mommy does NOT touch doggie poop!" I exclaimed, scandalized.
He thought for a second, then said "Grandma Subie touch doggie poop!"
"No she doesn't!" I said, practically apoplectic.
Eddie just laughed.
Alas, now that Kolya has moved far far away, Eddie is correct. Grandma Subie has to clean up the doggie poop!
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