Hippolings

Recently, Daniel was asked to clean his room... ok, maybe he was told approximately a hundred times. After his final warning to go back and get it done, he sort of gave me the stink eye and slunk toward the stairs, muttering to himself as he went. Innocently, I asked him what he said. Imagine my surprise, when my sweet boy rushed into the room, clenched fists at his side with the devil in his eyes to declare, "I HAVE RIGHTS!" What rights do you have, I inquired. "THE RIGHT NOT TO BE FORCED TO CLEAN MY ROOM EVERY DAY!!" Well, son, you have the right to get your happy hind end up to that room and clean it before I have to start taking things away. AND I might just add that I won't be talked to that way in my house... Thank you. "JUST KICK ME OUT!! I WANT YOU TO!!" Well, since you are nine years old and GOOFY... let's don't. Just go on up to your room before I get up and it will all be fine. " YOU DON'T SCARE ME!" One... Two... Three.... Mom stands up and the brave Daniel runs like a jackrabbit and locks himself in the bathroom. Mom strongly suggests he unlock that door before Daddy has to come take it off the hinges and Mommy decides to institute its use during some heinous corporal punishment. That door flew open in a flash. Apologies were had and the day ended without bloodshed. That guy is SILLY.

His sister, A-dog, on the other hand has some issues I may need to seek treatment for. After I received a sweet little hippo cookie jar (in a pink bikini and a swimming tube), Aurelia was overheard by her biggest brother saying " I hate you", as she strolled through the kitchen. Thinking she had aimed it at one of them, I sent her to be with her daddy until dinner was ready. When she came back in to eat, she was weepy and declared, " I wasn't talking to CORY, I was talking to your hippo!" Dumbfounded, I asked her why she hated my cookie jar. "I can see it's boobies!" Um... no... she is wearing a bikini, pink and white polka dot... see.... " What is a bikini?" It's a two piece bathing suit. She sits, ponders it over, gives the jar a sneer and mutters under her breath "I hate it." Perhaps we will just appreciate that her modesty may keep her from the pole dancing future we fear!