Word of the month in the Driver household is of course POO.
Poo at breakfast, poo for lunch, poo for tea and just a soupçon of poo before bedding down for the night.
All courtesy of the 3 year old. He uses the word to punctuate nearly every sentence.
Me – “Would you like a drink?”
3 year old – “Yes, poo”
Me – “Where is your sister?”
3 year old – “Upstairs in her room, poo”
I would be beginning to think he had an unfortunate speech impediment if he didn’t have an evil grin on his face coupled with a sneaky sideways glance EVERY time he says it.
He says it so frequently that even the 4 year old chooses not to use it anymore. “It’s boring” she said to him last night in the car. We were playing ‘pretend the 3 year old is not singing pooooooo pooeeeey pooooooo pooeeeey’ and I had to let her in on the rules before she spontaneously combusted in an irritated rage;
1. Pretend he isn’t saying poo
2. Start an animated conversation excluding the person singing the poo song
3. Don’t laugh at him
and the golden rule …
4. Do not, whatever you do, tell him not to say poo
Being 4 and quite bossy she found number 4 quite difficult which compounded the problem. “Stop it, stop saying poo, just STOP IT, stop saying POOOOOO” she yelled across the car at him. We had to listen to the ‘pooooooo pooeeeey pooooooo pooeeeey’ song for 20 minutes instead of the usual 5.
I think maybe we need to change tactics. Perhaps I shall wake up tomorrow morning and become a poo adversary.
I will ask him if he’d like poo with his cereal followed by some rather tasty poo on toast. Would he like to go to the park on his poo bike and feed the poo ducks? It’s a possibility that if the weather is nice he’d like an ice cream cone with a flake poo.
At bedtime I will get him to snuggle down on his poo pillow and bid him a goodnight poo.