My three year old son comes running up to me in the kitchen while I am doing dishes.
"Mama, I pooped Woody," he says. I turned the water off.
"WHAT?!!" I said, my voice a little high. I was trying to remember the last time I saw the Woody doll in the house.
"I pooped Woody," Zane says again. I look at my child. He doesn't look like he's in pain. Investigating further, I discovered Zane had had an accident ON his Woody underpants. Whew! No trips to the ER today!
If there was ever an argument for the use of prepositions in a sentence, that was it.
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Showing posts with label Woody. Show all posts
Monday, January 10, 2011
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Conversations with Children can be Perilous
We were at a birthday party for a little boy turning two. I was sitting at a table, eating with a three-year-old with amazingly good language skills, when another boy a couple of years older came and sat with us.
This young man had a toy with him, one of those talking Woody dolls from the movie Toy Story.


The three-year-old turns to me, very serious.
"I'm going to get a Woody!"
I nearly choked on my cheeseburger.
This young man had a toy with him, one of those talking Woody dolls from the movie Toy Story.
The three-year-old turns to me, very serious.
"I'm going to get a Woody!"
I nearly choked on my cheeseburger.
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