Brooklyn has accumulated several bathing suits this year, and remarkably, I've had to purchase NONE of them! Thank you, God! Anyway, Kyle threw this tasty number on Brooklyn the other day, and she thought it was wonderful. I didn't QUITE agree, but she refused to part with it. She got a little confused and kept saying that "Poop" was on her swimsuit, instead of "Pooh." We finally had to correct her when we went to the pool and she kept saying it. I would hate for the other pool-goers to think there really was POO on her shirt, instead of POOH!