Poo Bum

So our youngest gets away with calling us names, Poo bum being his name of choice. I'm not sure how it started really, I think it was with us calling him Brycie poo bum when he had a dirty diaper. So we really set the example for him which he is only following. We said it affectionately of course which he in turn says to us. So when he does something that sends him to timeout or that we ask him to tell us sorry for, he replies, "wharry daddy poo bum." He says this to everyone and even caught our friend off guard the other night as he was leaving when he said "Bye Steve poo bum!" This is a man in his 40's that probably isn't used to being called poo bum, but again, let me reassure you people, it is a term of affection.

I had to learn this quickly in my first few years of marriage when Christy would call me crazy. I'm not quite sure what I had in mind with the definition of the word crazy, but it wasn't one of affection that's for sure. After getting a little upset more than once she finally explained this to me that it was a term of affection and I've since learned to associate that word with acceptance and love. And now poo bum has joined those ranks of affection. Of course I may be like the emperors new clothes and they tell him what is good when others are laughing behind his back while he prances around naked. Maybe she has bamboozled me into believing that crazy is a good thing? But go ahead and laugh for all I care, heck, kiss my crazy poo bum! Because I believe I am loved...