Last November, Uncle Corey mailed the boy's a Thanksgiving treat. They each received a stuffed turkey. Although Brian has been favoring his stuffed buffalo (aka: 54) lately, today he latched back onto his turkey again. We had a conversation Brian that went something like this:
Mommy: "So Brian, does your turkey have a name?"
Brian: "Yes"
Mommy: "What's his name?"
Brian: "54"
Mommy: "I thought your buffalo was named 54."
Brian: "Oh yeah"
Mommy: "So what's your turkey's name?"
Brian: (thinking for a second before answering) "55!"
***Potty update: This morning before Daddy changed Brian's diaper he asked him if he needed to go potty. Brian said that he did - got onto the potty and.......went!!!!! Throughout the day, Mommy asked him if he needed to go but he said no so we left it at that.
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Kudos to Master Brian! Who doesn't love a turkey named 55…especially if the name refers to its weight and he comes with a side of yams if ya know what I'm sayin' mmmkay? I digress. Let's chat in November.
Incidentally, when I was but a small lad, I had a stuffed animal that I referred to as "51" for a spell on account of the TV show Emergency. Then, one day I changed his name to Randolph and couldn't possibly have been any happier with that decision.
Well, stick a fork in it; this comment is done.
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