Very Large Mammals

While getting dressed this morning I heard a strange noise. A transcript of what transpired next:

OLIVER: "Lovey, what is that sound?"

KRISTIN: "Clara is pushing a chair around the kitchen. Why? What did you think it was?"

OLIVER: "It sounds like humpback whales mating."

KRISTIN: laughter

Little Clara is getting closer to walking each passing day. Of course, whenever I see her doing something that may lead to walking I push her down. Let her wait until fourteen months to walk.

Besides, isn't that the job of the white male? To keep people down?