Gus and I went up to Connecticut this weekend for my Dad's 60th birthday. My parents, bless them, saved nearly all of our toys, books, and games, in order to create an amazing playroom that spans nearly the entire third floor of their house.
This is Sarge.
And Daisy, whose female pattern baldness we evidently should not joke about around my father.
"Do you remember Daisy, Amanda?"
"Of course. Who could forget a forehead like that?"
SILENCE. "You loved Daisy."
"Do you remember Daisy, Amanda?"
"Of course. Who could forget a forehead like that?"
SILENCE. "You loved Daisy."
And this is Charles. Who I'm pretty sure is either a panther or a graphic designer. Though Gus insists he's a dog.
This trip was the first time Gus was old enough to appreciate the playroom, which, of course, he did in spades. In fact, he was rather taken with my parents' entire house, right down to the bathroom wallpaper:
"This is a very pretty potty. I really like to poop in here, where there are flowers and nests."
I'm sure that was the decorator's strategy, too.
"Well, Emily, you could go with a more abstract botanical motif, but if you want to play it safe, you'll never go wrong with flowers and nests. Everyone likes to poop where there are flowers and nests."
"Let's do it then."
"Which? Number one or number two?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Oh my! I made a funny! HA HA HA HA!"
This trip was the first time Gus was old enough to appreciate the playroom, which, of course, he did in spades. In fact, he was rather taken with my parents' entire house, right down to the bathroom wallpaper:
"This is a very pretty potty. I really like to poop in here, where there are flowers and nests."
I'm sure that was the decorator's strategy, too.
"Well, Emily, you could go with a more abstract botanical motif, but if you want to play it safe, you'll never go wrong with flowers and nests. Everyone likes to poop where there are flowers and nests."
"Let's do it then."
"Which? Number one or number two?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Oh my! I made a funny! HA HA HA HA!"
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