Yesterday while hanging out at Dan's folk's house, Maggie perused the video shelves and found a Winnie the Pooh Christmas movie that she couldn't wait to watch. She thrust the video in my face and in her whiniest whine said "Mommy, I watch Poopy Bear?"
She used to call him Pooh. She really did. And I thought that was already such an unfortunate name. But now his name is Poopy. Poopy Bear. How sad.