Sunday, July 26, 2009

Bobby, Bobby, Bobby

When I was a toddler my mom wanted to teach me a discreet way to tell her I needed to go to the potty. She taught me to say "Bobby" when I needed to do #2. One day a friend of my dad's came by the house for the first time. They were sitting in the living room having coffee and I ran through the house holding my rear and yelling, "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby!". Theman's name was Bobby.

He looked at my mom and gushed, "Oh, how sweet. You taught her to say my name." My mom just laughed and told him I picked up things fast and took me to do my business.

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