It's all about poo with Rory at the moment. He has inherited (or more likely acquired through repeated expsure) my 'talent' for making up silly lyrics to songs, and his favourtie pastime now is replacing random words with the word 'poo'.
Such a proud day for me as a mother... (I would like to point out that my lyrics are much more sophisticated and hardly ever feature poo.)
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