
So I come across a certain annoying toy in the kitchen yesterday evening, swoop it up and ask Renee what the repercussions of depositing it in the garbage can would be. "Just don't let the kids see you do it," she says. Into the can it goes. Said toy was a talking hippo figurine. When bumped it would say in a growly voice, "Wow - I'm like every hippo's dream" - whatever that means.
I thought I had taken care of that one nuisance and was quite happy with myself until the garbage can starting talking to me when I was cleaning up after supper. More than once I've dropped something in and its responded, "Wow!" Somehow the kids haven't quite clued in yet!


Rachel's new way of indicating she needs a diaper change!