Last night I was sending a text to a friend and my autocorrect changed "ooooh" (as in, "ooooh, I can't wait!") to "poopy."
I noticed right away and was able to correct the text, but not before giggling out loud. "Hehe, poopy," I was thinking.
Mr. G heard my giggle and asked "What are you laughing at?"
I told him and he responded in such a way that I knew we would be together for the rest of our lives.
He burst out laughing and started repeating the word, "poopy."
To which I responded with laughter and snorts. And the word, "Pooper."
"poop. poop. poop. POOOOOOOP."
This conversation, word for word as outlined above, lasted a good six minutes.
We are so mature.
It is why our marriage will last forever; poop is a top contender for the coveted position of my all time favorite words. Likewise for Mr. G.
We were fated to be together.