I see him everywhere -- on my clothes, my blanket, even my diapers! He's cute and looks kind of cuddly, especially for a bear. After seeing his face for weeks, haunting me at every turn, I finally had to ask my dad: who is this ubiquitous cartoon character?
"Winnie The Pooh", he said.
"Excuse me?, I asked, confused. Sometimes big people have trouble saying what they really mean.
"Winnie The Pooh", he repeated.
The surprising thing to me is that he said it as if it was a completely normal name. Like "Mikey The Pee" or "Eddie the Spit-up". The bear is named after, well, poo! I can only imagine the trouble he must have had in grade school. The other bears are not gonna let a name like that go by without having some fun.
And yet, somehow, despite his unfortunate name, Winnie has gone on to become a superstar, at least in the baby world -- which of course is the only world that really counts. It must have been determination, drive, and a lot of hard work that made him so successful. I'll even forgive him for his sad and unnatural addiction to honey.
All I can say is -- my hats off to you, Mr. Poo! (My diaper too...)
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