The other day, Alice came up to us and said 'poopy slide' and then cracked up laughing, to the point of rolling on the floor. We not sure why that set her off, though we know what she was referring to--we had a Christmas party and Alice had diarrhea so bad that it leaked out of her diaper, through her pants, and made a brown streak on her slide. Thankfully, we were able to stop the next child in line before they went down the slide.
After Alice collected herself, she said 'poopy slide' again, and again she was hysterical. I didn't want to encourage her to say 'poopy' so I started saying 'jello' and laughed a lot and suddenly 'jello' was the funny word. That was easy, I thought. Then last night, after a few days of laughing at the word 'jello,' Bruce says to Alice, 'poopy jello' and they both laugh hysterically. Thanks a lot Bruce!
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Aren't Dads wonderful. I think it's a Dads job to say & do stuff like that. I am trying to learn to just go with it.....
Sorry it's Wendy L.
it's interesting how some children love the sound of words. david's nephew always wants me to say tinkertoys, and then he laughs and laughs. i think that civilized people everywhere applaud your efforts to shift the focus to jello.
For some reason that got me laughing hysterically too.
Must be time for bed. :)
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