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quote of the day

this morning, as we were preparing to leave the house, owen informed
me of one of the things he wants to accomplish today on our visit to the
waikiki aquarium:

"mommy, i want to yell at the aquarium 'poo-poo's coming' and we run to the bathroom and you say all the words to santa claus and the three bears and i make poo-poo at the aquarium"

wow. i don't even know where to go with that one :)

Comments

Karin said…
Huh...santa claus and the three bears? Do you suppose he's talking about goldilocks? This must have been hilarious :-)
mama mia said…
He's really got poopoo on the brain right now...ready for the big boy toilets in public places...bring lots of hand sanitizer with you, Erin:)
Anonymous said…
So, we want to know if he yelled about poo poo at the aquarium.
erinjohn said…
sorry to disappoint you fans, but there was no yelling about poo at the aquarium. there *was* however, much discussion about the "sad fish", who happened to be a giant grouper, and his "helper fish" who was "cleaning him off to make him feel happy again".
Anonymous said…
grouper do look sad. it's probably because they know they taste yummy and could wind up in a nice grouper sandwich...mmm, that was one of my favorite things about Tampa. grouper sandwiches.

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