Monday, June 1, 2009

How poodle became a bad word...

A few weeks ago, while we were still in the States, I took the kids to Wendy's to eat. On their kids meal bags, they were featuring different dogs and cats. Abbey and Ethan wanted to know the names of the different kinds of dogs. Things were going great until we got to "poodle". As soon as I told them what it was called, they both began giggling hysterically. I will admit that it took me a few moments to get the joke. Don't worry. If you haven't gotten it yet, you will in a minute. After that, Abbey would ask me, "Mama, what was the black dog on the Wendy's bag called?" I would answer "poodle" and she would look over at Ethan and say, "It was a POOO-dle!" and of course, they would giggle themselves to death. And that is how poodle became a bathroom word and thus banned in our house.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh have I had fun catching up on what has been happening at the Bracken household! Happy belated birthday to both of you, Sympathy to Ethan and kudos to Abbey (for her dishwashing!).

It is amazing how a simple act can break a bone, and a kids at that. I know thier bones are more flexible. Garett broke his arm when he was three. Not as bad as a leg! Poor little buddy.

Send me your physical address. I will try to put something fun in the mail for him and Abby! Send it to

Love and prayer, but no poodles,
Sandra Hester