Poop-a-dilly!

With so many little ones in the house we spend a lot of time playing pretend. They suck me into their games, give me a fake name, then tell me exactly what I’m supposed to be doing. Today I became Ninon. This is always my pretend name, creatively given to me by Twinkie#1 and Twinkie#2. I was the child riding in the car, while mom and dad drove up to an unknown destination, which ended up being right into a tree. Our “mom” then replaced the batteries in our car (replacing the batteries fixes everything, don’t ya know!) and we were promptly on the road again.

For personal amusement, during these games I’ll make up words while we are playing. I get my kicks out by seeing them take these fake words and continue to use them throughout the day. We come up with fake descriptions for these words and then when their dad comes home from work all the children are practically speaking a different language. It’s great fun to watch!

So today’s made up word was pook-a-dilly. Our “dad” asked me what I wanted to eat from the gas station as our car was getting it’s batteries replaced, so I replied, “Pook-a-dilly, please.” The great thing about pook-a-dilly is that Twinkie#1 and Twinkie#2 pronounce it POOP-a-dilly! So, I got a nice poop-a-dilly treat from the gas station.

What is poop-a-dilly, you say? Well, the children have described it as something that has a poop-filled center. This poop-filled center comes in many flavors of strawberry, blueberry, etc. And, apparently, you can it in quantities of…….basketfulls. Yes, yes, that’s what they tell me. Quite tasty I must say!