I feed my kid to a hippo when she’s naughty.

January 22, 2011

Sometimes, after Bella throws an epic temper tantrum on the floor of a museum because she can’t touch the bronze kitty or the oil paintings and has to hold my hand when I let her down and can’t run so she collapses in despair because LIFE IS NO LONGER WORTH LIVING IF SHE CAN’T TOUCH THE BRONZE KITTY, at times that this –

I just feed her to a hippo. Ever so sneakily. It looks like we’re just having a good time right? Innocent fun. Then.

Gulp.

What? Doesn’t everyone do that? Hippos love little kids.

Nom Nom Nom.

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