Some of you may already know this, but we have a rule at our house that you need to wear a shirt to the dinner table. This is Ryan's rule but I support it. Except maybe I didn't really support it because the summer before this one, Ian came to the table 'topless' and I told Ryan to relax, it wasn't a big deal, let's just eat dinner. For those of you who follow me on fb, Ian then returned to dinner the next night wrapped in his blanket only for me to discover the little dude was butt naked. I 100% support the rule of no eating dinner naked with family members.
This most recent summer, it wasn't a big issue if Ian came 'topless' to the table but we noticed (slowly and I'd like to blame the oppressive heat of this summer for delayed response), that little man would 'fidget' with his brown hippos during the meal.
SIDE NOTE: several years ago we mentioned how tan Ian was, even his nipples and Zoey misheard us and said 'his hippos are brown? what are hippos? So we now refer to nipples as hippos. I bet the title of this post is starting to come into focus.
Anyways, back at the ranch, once we noticed it, it became a little uncomfortable. The last time, I asked him to please not manhandle the hippos during dinner. That was a bit of a challenge for him. So when Ian showed up 'topless' at dinner tonight I politely gave him two options; 1. he could put on a shirt or 2. i could take my shirt off and play with my hippos during dinner. The boy moved so fast it was impressive. Yes, I know what you're thinking. This is Ryan's fault. I just cured the no shirt at the dinner problem which really never would have been a problem if Ryan had overruled me in the first place (see, it is Ryan's fault)
Now, since I blogged about this, I'm sure that when Ian finds out he will need therapy. It can and most likely will be argued if the comment or the blog instigated the need for professional therapy. I'm not too concerned, I'm sure the kids will start keeping a list once they hit the teen years and this will be but one bullet point on the list. However, when you see Ian, please do NOT mention anything to him about his hippos. The boy is sensitive. And anyone who hurts my boy's feelings or makes him upset will have to deal with me. And I do NOT play fair.
As it is, I've probably already ruined his chance to run for President.
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