Yesterday our church had a fun filled picnic activity for members and their friends. AH was on the crew that helped set up the bull ride (a metal barrel with ropes attached to 4 corners of it) and then he helped man it for the first hour which required he and 3 other men to pull on their individual ropes to get the bull bucking. After he was done with his assignment he spent the next hour chasing Mr. B around the grounds going from activity to activity. When I next met up with my boys I was given the "eye" from AH signaling that it was time to go home.
While we were driving away AH says to me, "I have been on my feet for 6 hours. I am P-O-O-P. (pause) E-D." (AH's feet are still recovering from his Mt. Rainier climb)
As I realize his mistake I laughingly said to him, "You're poop? Okay, we'll start calling you poop."
Not realizing little ears were paying attention to our conversation we hear from back seat Mr. B's words of logic, "You should have used to potty at the picnic."
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