(I scramble to get him to the toilet. He looks at me as I lift him onto his Buzz Lightyear toilet seat, bewildered.)
Thomas: I don't need a poo!
Me: I thought you said you needed to poo.
Thomas: No. I need a poon.
Me: A poon? There are plenty of Poons around here.
(My maiden name is Poon. And we're living with my parents. So there are several of us Poons around the house.)
Thomas: Not a poon. A 'poon.
(Silence)
Thomas: I want a fork.
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