Zebras & Dinos & Guinea Pigs...Oh My

I'm pretty sure that every good closet clean-out should include the following:

• Honest friends
• This question: "Did you used to be an elderly Hispanic woman?"
• This statement: "Yes, absolutely keep this for your next Partridge Family bus tour." 
• This game of hide-and-seek, in which I try on my dear friend's zebra pants (very chic for her clubbing days a dozen years ago) and camouflage myself on her husband's African rug/carcass:

And so begins our summer of ridiculousness and roaring laughter. And (some) extinct animals.

Just this week, we met the dinos at Exploration Place, which I highly recommend...

...had children transformed into ferocious puppies...

...and took on foster care of Flip Flop, Roman's pre-school Guinea Pig, who is (surprisingly) a total pleasure and will be with us for a chunk of the summer.

 

What's crazy is that Flip Flop is is doing the fostering...the boys have a mutual love for this over-sized furry potato, which has translated into sudden brotherly affection. It's also sparked a flurry of questions from Roman, including:

• "Can we cut his hair?" (No)
• "Is that poop on the floor?" (Yes)
• "Will you clip his nails?" (Maybe)
• "Does Flip Flop's penis mean he doesn't have a buh-china?" (That's vagina, and yes, we suspect he has the former.)