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{This post is strictly for my kids.  Nobody else will "get" it, so no worries.}
The other day, I felt overwhelmed with all the “junk” laying around the house.  When I looked at the entertainment schrank, I noticed stuff up there that I hadn’t touched in a very long time, including Ramborghini, Lamborghini and Goaterghini :-)  So, I brought them upstairs to put them away, but in the midst of putting other things away, they just got dumped on the table at the top of the stairs.

Hannah hadn’t been home five minutes before I heard the voice of Ramborghini.  He was coming down the stairs, wearing his birthday hat, bemoaning the fact that he had been brought upstairs.  Mind you, Hannah hadn’t touched him in YEARS before this!  He then sat down at the table to do Hannah’s homework with her, all the while chastising me for the fact that I had been planning on putting him in “the cradle of neglected toys” (you know, under the table upstairs).
 
Well, no sooner had Daddy walked in, then Ramborghini started telling Daddy the whole story too.  Daddy headed upstairs to take his shower, and when coming back down, was accompanied by Lamborghini doing what else?  Singing the national anthem.  At this point, I had both animal friends singing at full voice in harmony.  To top things off, Lamborghini was wearing his safety goggles  :-)

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  1. EthanSeptember 6, 2012 at 10:27 AM

    CRACKING UP in the middle of TDR while reading this story. I LOVE it!

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  2. UnknownSeptember 15, 2012 at 12:12 AM

    I think a video should be in order.

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