hippohank

On Saturday I put my hippo on a ledge outside our dining room window in hopes of catching, on film, some interactions between Hank and Chippy, our resident chipmunk.




Imagine my dismay when I got home from work today and noticed he was gone! I was right in the middle of something, however, and had to put off an immediate search. I found him a few hours later, under the ledge, in some leaves, covered in bird stuff. He's soaking now.
Sorry, Hank.

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interrupt your (ir)regularly scheduled hippo programming to bring this display of amazing softball prowess.. if I want to.

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I am not a fuzzy bunny!

Happy Easter! From Hank

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"Ahhh, that hippo, like, came out of nowhere!"

Poor, bird.

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Toothpaste.
A small amount, about the size of a pea, goes on the toothbrush and the toothbrush then goes into the mouth. Much like the handle of said toothbrush, not a difficult concept to grasp. So why is there toothpaste on the ceiling?

At first I blamed the blue sparkly kind, for it is quite whimsical and, I believe, encourages bad toothpaste behavior.
I placed my false hopes in the plain white kind with baking soda in it because it tastes bad and I thought it would promote the use of amounts no bigger than a pea.
I found a blob of white toothpaste, one morning, had made it onto the strap of my purse and from there transferred to my shirt, where it eventually came to rest in my hair... at work.
Kids today... I blame myself.

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