One of my good friends went to Thailand to do humanitarian work several months ago. Being the sweet darling she is, she brought back a hand-made dinosaur for Tornado E and a hand-made water buffalo for Tornado S. Tornado E adores Toothy, sleeping with him every night. But the poor water buffalo got the short end of the stick since Tornado S’s true love is his blanky.
Today Tornado E was playing with the water buffalo, playing with the horns, singing his version of “Where is Thumpkin?” Then Tornado E left to keep his daddy company as daddy dressed. Lucky daddy; they don’t bother him when he’s in the shower. I walked in a minute later to put some jewelry away as the boys tend to sneak into the boxes and play with them.
The Husband: Tornado E was just telling me that he wants the – what do you call this?
Me: A water buffalo.
The Husband: Right. Tornado E doesn’t want another baby. He wants us to raise the water buffalo. It’s going to need food and love, and it will get bigger.
Tornado E: And he’s name is Horny!
Me and The Husband: What?
Tornado E: His name is Horny!
Tornado E smiled at our hooting laughter and his cleverness.
(And I bet you thought I was talking about the Munchkin.)