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,


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?




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