Luke's class at school made "stone soup" a few months ago. Luke was very impressed with making it, less impressed with how it tasted. At any rate, one of his beloved teachers apparently splashed some stone soup on Luke's nose and wiped it off with a kleenex.
Luke came home and told us the story, and now whenever he has a runny nose he wants us to wipe, he says "I have stone soup on my nose! Wipe it off!" This comes in varying degrees of intensity, depending on his emotional state at the time.
This would be the end of it, except of course that Luke's pronunciation is that of a 2 year old boy, and so when he says "stone soup" it comes out as "tone poop!" When trying to get him to say "soup", it often comes out as "sssss poop". I have finally started to understand what he is talking about, so I don't get one bodily function confused with another. But his older sister (Amanda, not Eleanor, who is too old to get involved with such gross stuff) insists on understanding it as poop, and so starts off on a whole litany of conversations I really don't need to dwell on here. Luke of course, thinks that direction of conversation is completely funny, and so the conversation blossoms when I wish it would wither.
I'm hoping these conversations end soon. Amanda gets sent to the bathroom when she starts them (the appropriate place, of course) and Luke gets redirected into talking about words that rhyme with soup. I guess, taking the long view, that we will definitely be done with this by the time they're graduating from high school.
Luke came home and told us the story, and now whenever he has a runny nose he wants us to wipe, he says "I have stone soup on my nose! Wipe it off!" This comes in varying degrees of intensity, depending on his emotional state at the time.
This would be the end of it, except of course that Luke's pronunciation is that of a 2 year old boy, and so when he says "stone soup" it comes out as "tone poop!" When trying to get him to say "soup", it often comes out as "sssss poop". I have finally started to understand what he is talking about, so I don't get one bodily function confused with another. But his older sister (Amanda, not Eleanor, who is too old to get involved with such gross stuff) insists on understanding it as poop, and so starts off on a whole litany of conversations I really don't need to dwell on here. Luke of course, thinks that direction of conversation is completely funny, and so the conversation blossoms when I wish it would wither.
I'm hoping these conversations end soon. Amanda gets sent to the bathroom when she starts them (the appropriate place, of course) and Luke gets redirected into talking about words that rhyme with soup. I guess, taking the long view, that we will definitely be done with this by the time they're graduating from high school.
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