The craziest thing happened to me yesterday…
I was lazily checking my email–er, whoops, uh–scrubbing my kitchen floor with a toothbrush for the fifth time that day (that’s how I keep it so shiny), when lo and behold a baby ELEPHANT walked through the front door.
“Why, hello there,” I said in shock, “Um, welcome to my home.”
“Aw, you’re a cute little baby elephant, aren’t you?” I said, not able to resist those big round eyes, “Would you like to be MY baby elephant?”
“I’ll take really good care of you,” I promised, “I’ll feed you peanuts every day and scratch your back where it’s hard to reach.”
“What do you say? Will you stay with me?” I pleaded with a big friendly smile.
“Um, is that a raspberry?” I asked with surprise.
“That IS a raspberry!” I declared, “I didn’t know baby elephants could do raspberries.”
“So, does that mean you’ll stay?” I hoped brightly.
And then all of a sudden, the baby elephant spit up!
“Oh my! Let me help you–” I said, then paused, “Wait a minute, I think I recognize that spit up…”
“You’re my Bubbers!” I exclaimed with glee.
“Hooray!!” I shouted as I picked him up and swung him around and around, “You get to stay forever and ever and ever!!”
Happy First Halloween, Mr. Bubbers Man!
(Bubbers got a dose of pink antibiotics and went to bed early for Halloween. He’s recovering well from his first ear infection. What a trooper!)