Hugh...The Hippo

Anyone who has small children knows that running over 

their toys with your minivan is pretty much like stabbing 

your child's best friend...in front of them...while laughing. 


Today we are burying Hugh The Hippo (from WalMart), who 

is 2.5 years old (was a Christmas gift for Evan when he was 

1). 

Someone (probably Evan....) dropped him in the driveway 

and I, being the hippo murderer I am, must have run over 

him and literally smooshed his hard plastic head into 

probably 60 pieces (a thousand pieces if you ask Evan 

though). 


But Hugh will not be forgotten. No. He will not. 



Because Hugh has been replaced...but Hugh...The 

Hippo...from the same WalMart. 


And before anyone suggests it...yes...if Evan was NOT the 

one who discovered poor Hugh in the driveway, I would have 

promptly threw him in the trash very quickly, and gone to 

WalMart at 9 or 10 at night to replace him and no one would 

have known. 


Now I have to bury a purple, plastic, singing hippo in my 

backyard. 


Lesson of the day...go out before you children to inspect your 

vehicle surroundings for stupid toys that your own child left 

out to die.