We've been talking about some things that the boys would like to get for Christmas here lately. Thankfully, Ethan is easy to buy for and when I ask him what will happen if he doesn't get what he wants, he tells me, "well, that will be fine." He has been concerned about a gift though; he wants to know what his mama wants. Isn't that sweet? (Ronnie says these boys spoil me, but I don't see it.)
So, Thursday morning I had the hankering to listen to the Shirley Temple song, I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas, with Ezra while I was getting ready for work. I sang terribly, but loud. And Ezra got a kick out of it.
When Ethan woke up I told him I had finally figured out what I wanted.
And I started singing. Once I finished a couple of lines I stopped and looked at him, waiting for a response.
"Really? You want a hippopotamus for Christmas?"
"Yes, I do. Is there a problem?"
"Well, we'll have to get a really big cage. They're really big you know."
"No. I thought I'd put him in the bedroom with you and Elijah. I don't want my hippopotamus in a cage outside."
"Well, they need a lot of water. When they get hot, they use it to cool off."
"It's not hot. It's really cold outside. Why do we need a lot of water?"
"But they eat a ton of grass, Mama!"
"Look outside! We have lots of grass!"
"Is that really what you want for Christmas?"
"Yes, it is."
At this point I walked out of the room so I could get dressed for work and I heard the following exchange between Ethan and Elijah.
"Elijah, Mama told me what she wants for Christmas."
Big sigh. "A hippopotamus."
Quizzically, "a hippo-pot-mus?
"Yes, that's what she wants. You think we should get one?"
"I think we should probably get seven, okay?"
Then I hear little feet running to me. "We're getting you seven hippopotamuses for Christmas!!"
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