Veronica came up to me the other day and said "Daddy, you're a hippie communist!" I asked her to repeat herself, and she did. Now, I was scratching my head wondering which one of her friends' parents had shared with her their opinion of my politics and/or lifestyle. Then she continued: "you have four legs and live in the mud!"
I'm not sure how I feel about being a hippopotamus, but at least I'm pretty sure it wasn't an adult who told her that I was. It least, I hope not.
According to Wikipedia, I am "recognizable for [my] barrel-shaped torso, enormous mouth and teeth, hairless body, stubby legs and tremendous size."
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Maybe this year, all Veronica will want for Christmas is you. :) Talk about a weird synthesis of two holiday songs.
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