As I was visiting with relatives over the weekend, my 3 year old niece cuddled up to me on the couch one morning with her silky. Silky is apparently a pink fluffy blanket with smooth silky edges that she now totes around everywhere. I was enjoying spending time with her and it was a cute, peaceful moment. So sweet…well until she said, “I have poo on my silky!”
I know she’s already potty trained, but I thought this could only mean one thing. As she searched around for the spot I couldn’t help but be immediately grossed out at the mere thought of poo on this blanket that was all over my leg.
As it turns out, this was one time I was so happy to be wrong. She however was correct; there was Pooh on her blanket! Never was I so relieved and happy to see a little bear!
Why did someone name a children's book character Pooh?! :)