The word poo has been getting a very high usage in our house the last week or so. I’m ashamed? afraid? embarrassed? to admit it’s my fault.
I taught Elisha a silly game. We ask him questions and guess what the answer has to be … every time. And he’s not supposed to laugh or even smile when he answers.
The no smile/laugh things gone straight out the door. But the word has stuck.
Oh Mummy! What have you done.