ba pie?
ba pie?
anybody care to translate that for me? because today as we pulled into the library parking lot, that’s all my daughter would say to me. “ba pie?” over and over, with a very sorrowful look in her eyes.
my husband and i came to the conclusion that she is, in fact, saying “butt pie” and that she had to poop. never mind the fact that her diaper was clean, and she didn’t make a butt pie for another several hours…
welcome, the birth of a new household term.
no more “poop” or “number 2″ or “poopies” or even just a simple “potty” or “messy diaper”.
no, in our house, we have “butt pies”.
behold! life with a toddler.