DAY FOUR – ANNA OOPS
Anna visited with her Pop and Mom when she was almost two.
She wobbled around and chattered away just like R2-D2.
Early one morning after she settled in,
She warbled she wanted Pfoops-pfoops.
“What?” we said, laughing out loud,
“Did you say that you like Poop-poops?”
She frowned, then shook her head and pointed her tiny finger,
“No no no! PFOOP-PFOOPs! PFOOP-PFOOPs!”
We really could not get it, thinking she was making a big oops.
She sat down, looked up at her Mom who calmly explained,
“She just wants her Fruit Loops.”
Anna is all grown up now. I wonder if her darling daughters eat Poop-poops, too?