No I don't have a two year old learning to talk. I have a 30 something husband who decided while we were dating that Pooter Shooter would be my nickname. Lucky for me, he has shortened it and mostly just calls me Shooter. Hence Shooter's Station, the url for my blog. But on occasion, hubby calls me poo head, or poo poo shoo, or poo shoo. So just now on the phone...
Him: "I love you poo head."
Me: "I love you too."
Him: "Poo heads are better than none."
And that's why I love him.
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