I call home from work today to check in with the family and Emma answers the phone.  She immediately starts into explaining all the excitement for the morning.  Her story goes a little like this:

Dad it was crazy!  Poop was flying all over the room.  Poop was on the chair and on the couch and now it’s on Mom’s bed.  Mom is watching Poop to make sure it is safe.  There was blood on Poop because Tiger Socks jumped on Poop and put her claws into Poop.  So Poop is bleeding, but it looks better.  We threw Tiger Socks outside because she was mean to Poop.  But… yeah… Poop couldn’t stand up straight.  It was “Crazy Poop”!  It was sooo funny!  Want to come home and see it Dad?

Huh?  The use of the words “blood” and “poop” in the same sentence was completely throwing me off.  I tried to ask her what she was talking about and I just got the same thing again.  “Where is Mom?”, I said.  “OK I’ll get her, ” Emma said.  “She’s holding Poop.”

As I wait for Elena to come to the phone, I suddenly realize… oh yeah, my brilliant teenage son named his new parakeet “Poop”.  What an unfortunate name for a bird (or anything else for that matter).

Now that you know what Poop is, read Emma’s tale again and it makes perfect sense!  (”Tiger Socks” is our cat.)

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