A little history here. #4 has this sudden and all-encompassing passion for Koala bears. Koala Movies, Koala books, stuffed Koala bear puppet she drags EVERYWHERE!
So on to the story....
This afternoon, I was on the phone trying to pay a bill when MG's internal 5-year-old took over his body and he grabbed #4's favorite bear away from her and THREW it across the room. She squeals and hollers, "My Bear!" ~ Runs over, scoops it up and loves it like it's the end of the world.
So MG says "Ooooh, Come here! Let me see" and she falls for it! Comes walkin' over to him...YEP, you guessed it! He DOES IT AGAIN!
More screaming, wailing and gnashing of teeth.
So I cover the receiver and am just about to say "AWRIGHT you two! Knock it off!" when she holds the bear up, aims it's "bear" behind at MG and in this menacing, 4-year-old, dirty-harry voice says...
"OK, DAT'S IT! Taste Kowawa Poop!"
As MG and I are rolling on the floor laughing hysterically, she's going "What? What'd I do?" AaaaaH! ROFL!
I know I should have said something maternal like "Don't talk about poop" or "show respect"...but to tell you the truth, I couldn't talk.
Where does she GET this stuff?!? Turn in my Mommy License again!
Koala POOP! It's still making me giggle...Bad mommy!! Bad, bad mommy!
Hee hee hee!