Category: drunken midgets

Since the first batch of Chimeras arrived last week, we have been very busy boxing them up and getting them in the mail for our first customers and stores. Last night, when my wife went to put our youngest to bed (Harper from the video), she lifted up her covers to find a huge pile of bunnies. I would guess 50 or so. She must have been sneaking them off, little by little, and hiding them. It would have taken her several trips. Thinking she was in serious trouble, she gave my wife puppy-dog eyes and said, “I just wanted more pink bunnies.”

The next morning she wouldn’t let my wife in her bedroom and asked her to wait outside. I looked in her room and saw bunnies everywhere.

Harper asked for Sleeping Beauty. It took me a while to figure out why the balloon-maker gave Sleeping Beauty’s breasts breasts.

If the car is parked in the sun for a bit and it gets a little warm inside, Harper urgently tells us to turn on the air conditioner by saying, “Turn on the fresh air.” I’ve always liked the cooler and wetter climate of the Pacific Northwest, and, apparently Harper is a fan as well. On a recent trip to Utah, we walked outside and Harper started moaning, “Turn on the fresh air.”

I’m assuming she meant getting into a car, then turning on the air conditioner.

Harper recently saw Sleeping Beauty and really liked it. There is one problem: she calls it “Pissin Booty.” It also turned her on to a whole world of other pissin things. She wanted pissin jammies, she wants to watch “pissin” movies, and she made the desktop on Claire’s phone a “pissin.”