Weehoppin Farm
We finished our Sunday dinner just minutes ago. Prior to sitting down, Sami, our two-and-a-half-year-old daughter was hopping around from the ibry (library) through the living room and into the dining room, imitating a bunny rabbit, a kangaroo, or a frog - she wouldn't tell me which. I'm pretty sure it was her impression of a frog.
After dinner, her mother cleaned her up, let her run wild in the corral, and proceeded to power wash the dining room walls, ceiling, table, and floor, a habit that we adopted soon after Sami began using eating utensils. It isn't always necessary anymore - still, it doesn't hurt.
I walked into the dining room just now and Sami is hopping out of the dining room into the living room - followed by her mother, hopping along. Sami is repeating the mantra, "Weehoppin, weehoppin." I told her that it sounded like she was chanting a Delaware Indian place name, perhaps in Delaware, maybe northern New Jersey.
In any case, it looks like we need to consider changing the name of this farm from "Bearfoot Farm," its current moniker, to "Weehoppin Farm."
