So tonight at bedtime...
Esme: 'Mummy, is pooh a bad word?'
Me: 'Not really darling, why do you ask?'
Esme: 'Well, Oscar came up to me at lunchtime and whispered 'pooh' in my ear and then ran away again.
Me: 'He's such a boy that Oscar.' (Snigger snigger).
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