Sunday, March 30, 2014

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."


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    1. As long as she didn't say, "weehoppin weehoppin weehoppin because," you're probably safe.

      Still, I'd watch her like a hawk for the next couple of days just to be sure.

    2. Good point, Haggis - could be contagious.

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    1. Don't give her any ideas, Boyd. After all, it's not like she's spoiled and gets her way.

  3. I almost didn't get past the 'power wash the dining room walls'. Oh, I had so forgotten that part of child-rearing! :)

    1. Yes, Gail. I will probably spend the rest of my life trying to forget that part as well as other parts of child-rearing, e.g., being woken at all hours, childhood fevers, diapers, chasing boys off the property.