Somewhere in this neighborhood lives a father with an unusual nickname for his infant. Before they came into view, I thought he meant his dog.
"Come along, Poopster, you can do it."
Kid's walking already, but probably not aware of the connotations of his nickname. Assuming that his dad will stop using it when he's finally housebroken, he need never know.
Unless there is video.
Cell-phones.
Anyhow, I think that is quite charming -- Poopster, hee hee -- and I am very glad cell-phones didn't exist when I was a child.
Cute looking kid. Happy, smiling, and determinedly locomoting up the hill in a rather steady waddle. Delightful.
The Poopster.
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