Hullabaloo and the Hippo, too!!

Of course, I didn't mean to get caught up in the hullabaloo. I never planned for things to get so out of hand.

What began as a friendly game of Hungry Hippo between a father and his daughters turned into a rumpus.

I prefaced the game with a bit of a warning. "Check your competitive edge at the door, cowboy."

He nodded enthusiastically, apparently more than willing to throw the game, allowing the under 5 crowd to take all the glory.

As the game began, at first I thought he was just laying it on a little too thick.

"Give 'em a little fight, honey," I said as I refilled lemonades.

Didn't take me too long to figure out the beads of sweat and the vice grip on his designated hippo weren't for show. My honey couldn't get his game on. He was a rookie and he was getting his hiney handed to him.....in a hurry!

I quickly came to assist.

"It's all in the wrist."

"Don't snap the hippos mouth so quickly. Patience."

"Put your back into it!"

"For crying out loud. They're slaughtering you!!"

I just couldn't stand by watching it anymore.

Pushing him aside, I took the Hungry Hippo helm.

And, that's how we all ended up in the toy aisle at Target.

Apparently, too much vigor can jam a Hungry Hippo and put a bit of a damper on an evening.

Next time, we'll stick with Candyland. Don't think that game should get too sticky.

Razzle Dazzle

My girls were up to their elbows in the craft box. They had plans in the making. It would be the most glorious Father’s Day card. The Pappa of all Father’s day cards, actually.

Their glorious giggles bounced about the room as the glue dripped and the glitter scattered. Only the fanciest pens would be used. Care would be taken when sketching the stick figures. Glitter glue and leftover Christmas tinsel would serve as framing. And, one stray pink feather would complete the deal, glued atop daddy’s triangular pink head.

And their father’s reaction?

Papa puffed up with pride and promptly pinned the painting in a place of prominence. Then, he posed for a picture while pointing at his candid pictorial.

‘Cuz it takes a heck of a guy to look pretty in pink.


(And, please, people. I promised no posting of the pic, despite the peer pressure. Just a play by play. It seems Pops prefers privacy. My pardons!)

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A Reptilian Roll in the Hay

The toys were scattered all over the floor, evidence of a playful romp in the playroom.

However, I could make neither hide nor tails of the situation.

Barbie seemed to be cozying up to a scaly dino. In fact, she appeared to be joining him for an evening stroll. She had her hand around his reptilian neck and was leading him far from the herd.
Normally, I would give the guy credit for scoring out of his league. But, I really couldn’t see what she saw in the guy. His beady eyes were clearly up to no good and it was plain to see his gaze was rigidly glued to her….ahem.

And, my role in this, you ask? Should I supervise the activities, serving as a Mattel chaperone of sorts?

Pull out my whistle and ruler and take some kind of action?

Aren’t I, after all, the supervising parent?

Well, I did neither.

I averted my eyes, put it out of my mind, and turned on my heel.

‘Cuz this mamma’s off the clock.

And, by the looks of things, it’s going to be a long night.

Yowzza.

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In all her lizardy loveliness....

My toddler was struggling as she tried to shove the rubber lizard into the miniature bridal dress.

I assisted by pulling on one slimy lizard arm and yanking on its slippery reptilian head.

With some effort, we were able to adorn the little creature with the fairy tale perfect bridal gear complete with a veil and strap on high heels.

I have to admit, despite her greenish appearance, she did look lovely, in a lizard kind of way.

Sure, she was minus a groom and a ring, but she was in her moment.

She simply looked glorious.

Save the bug eating and slithering under rocks for another day. Today was her time to shine.

And, judging by the lavish looks she was getting from the creatures lurking in the dinosaur bin, she just may be the belle of ball.

Kinda got me all choked up.