I also brought my oldest stuffed toy that my dad had named "Poomsie". It's a shapeless blob that looks homemade. It might have been, I never knew, but I loved it. My dad named it because the toy was given to me at around age 2 before I had the full power of speech. But I could say one thing, and my daddy has a weird sense of humour.
Because in my family poomsie means "fart".
So imagine my internal delight as my kids said it over and over today. I laughed all blessed day and it still sends me into giggle fits thinking about it. Needless to say I had the best day ever.
So how was yours?
|It even kind of looks like a fart, doesn't it?|