"Here's the conversation I overheard at the breakfast table this morning...
A: Mommy, I just poked my eye out.
E: [inaudible response since I was in the other room]A: No E! [with frustration] I didn't POOP my eye out, I POKED my eye out.
Mommy: [laughing in the other room, assuming that A. really hadn't poked or pooped her eye out]"
OK, thanks Mommy for sharing! Now back to Daddy:
So finally last Saturday, E. was begging to go to PBSKids.org to play with Pooper. A little guinea pig popped up and was saying his name was Pooper in a pre-pubescent voice-- I was like ohmygosh, I can't believe PBS did this to me. I mean I could understand if Disney stooped to such, but not PBS-home-of-Mr.Rogers-and-The-Electric-Co.! This creature was obviously designed by someone without kids.
But then Mommy heard it and informed us all that it was Hooper, not Pooper. E. was thoroughly upset and continued to insist that his name was Pooper.
Still, I think the PBS people should have considered another name because he'll always be Pooper to me.