March 22, 2010

hippo-drone


My daughter is milking this pregnancy thing.
"Kevin, will you carry in my suitcase? I'm pregnant."
"Mom, will you get me a raspberry scone? I'm pregnant."
"Kevin, will you move my car so I don't have to go out in the rain? I'm pregnant."
"Mom, will you do my laundry? I'm pregnant."
Clearly, I have taught her well.

We had dinner at Mom & Dad's house Monday night. (I made yummy chicken & dumplings, for those of you who don't know that I CAN cook!) Anyway, we sat down to dinner and Papa (my dad) asked Kevin to pray. Toward the end, Kevin prayed for his sister, "Thank you for letting Kacey come home safely. Please help her baby grow and be healthy . . . and . . . well, (snicker) sane." His snicker turned into a snort, and the rest of us around the table just lost it.

The previous night we had been watching
"Life" on the Discovery Channel. One scene showed a river FILLED with hippos. Like, HUNDREDS of them. The conversation went like this:
"WOW! Look at all the hippos!"
"That would be a dangerous place to be."
"Yeah, but you can outrun a hippo."
"Not in the water you can't!"
"Well WHY WOULD YOU BE IN THE WATER WITH 400 HIPPOS???"

Exactly.

2 comments:

janjanmom said...

What? No swimming with the hippos? You are surely missing out.

swifterika said...

you got hippo's, i got ear-buds, well, lack of ear-buds.
I invite you to my blog.