This weekend we were talking about… absolutely nothing that relates to Alice’s words that I will recount in this blog post. As such, I will not even try to put it in context.
Alice: Hey Dad, can I tell you something that’s yucky?
The Dada: Umm, okay?
Alice: Ella wanted to name her dog Poo Poo. That’s short for Poop. And I just… didn’t want to hear about it.
A few things, Alice:
First, we are not consulting Ella if we get a puppy.
Second, Poo Poo is not short for Poop. It is long for Poop.
Third, why are we talking about this?
Fourth, what about our beautiful drive in the woods and our pleasant conversation made you think about this? Seriously.
Fifth and finally, The Mama and The Dada don’t want to hear about it either.