Puhp-ohhhh

One of these is one top of our fridge, with an ever-dwindling supply of Halloween candy:


Elliott calls it puhp-ohhh. Puhp-ohhh has come to mean candy in Elliott's world. Conversations in our home often go like this:

Mommy: Elliott, what would you like for breakfast--cereal or toast?

Elliott: Puhp-ohhh

Mommy: Sigh in defeat.

Tonight E's monologue went like this:

"Hi, Puhp-ohhh. I wuv uuu, puhp-ohhh."

This was right before he begged for a granola bar and then picked out the chocolate chips one by one. I blame this sugar-mania on my husband, who loves all things candy. I fear we're going to need locks on candy locations in this house.