A new crop of words has appeared in the Fibro. Kid words. On high rotation. Poo. Bum. Wee. Dumb dumb.
Conversations now go like this:
“You’re a poo.”
“No, you’re a poo.”
“Well, you’re a weehead.”
“Well, you’re a poobumhead.”
“Well, you’re a-”
It’s at this point that a shrieking harridan (that would be me) usually intervenes and threatens bodily harm should they so much as think the word poo in the next ten minutes. All is silent. Then I hear the whispers:
“You’re still a poo..”
Please tell me this is one of those phases that won’t last long.