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When Zoe was a baby, her dad wanted to call her vagina a cookie. That sounded a bit too perverted to me. A cookie? All I could picture is her high school boyfriend asking to eat her cookie. What did that make cookie monster then? A big hairy blue pervert who liked cuninglingus. Cookies and cream ice cream. Food. Pussy. Not a good combo for a toddler learning to talk.

Nah. So we went with Po Po. It still is perverted sounding. But I couldn't imagine a two year old saying "I washed my vagina."

So Po Po it was.

But now, the rappers call the police "po po." My bitches done got busted by the po po, and now my tricks aren't getting tricked. (bad white girl rap, I don't know - whatever. You know what I mean.)

So on the way up to Kemah, I mentioned po po to Chef. And we saw a female police officer.

That made her a po po with a Po Po.

Peace and Po Pos to you all.

I got out of the shower once and Zoe was pretty little. She looked up at me and said, "Momma, your po po is spicy."

I still don't know what she meant.

Posted by debutaunt at August 31, 2004 11:25 AM | TrackBack