A little something to fertilize the beanstalk

It would seem that the daycare is teaching D. Jr. a few fairy tales, because as far as I know he is not getting them at home. I am all for fairy tales, it’s just he seems a bit young still and the attention span is not there yet. . . or so I thought. Lately he seems obsessed with giants (real giants, not just va-giants).

D. Jr.: Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum . . . [incomprehensible ramblings] I’m a giant!

Momily (in a foolish attempt to test the breadth of his knowledge and just how much of the tale he knows): Yes! How does it go? Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, I smell –

D. Jr.: Like poop!

SIGH!