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Max Stories: The Hippo and the Toucan

Once there was a hippo. He was round, and had big flat teeth. A scary monster came around and said, "Rawr!" The hippo was scared and ran away. The scary monster chased the hippo. The hippo ran fast, but the scary monster ran faster. The hippo was so scared, that he climbed a tree. Even with his flat, flat feet, he climbed up a tree. But the scary monster climbed up right after him. At the top of the tree, the scary monster ate the hippo. He even ate the hippo's flat, flat teeth. A toucan flew by. A beautiful toucan. The toucan saw the scary monster, and was scared a little bit. The toucan flew away. The scary monster changed to look like a toucan, and he said, "Hello toucan!" The toucan flew over to the scary monster and said, "You're a beautiful toucan." The toucan and the scary monster ate some peanuts and a banana.

 

THE END

SMAtuS: Would Friday by any other name taste as sweet?

Sarah: Doing the hard work: day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute.
 
Max: New bike helmet. Who knows what other hijinks in the meantime? When Alice is sad, he tells her that I'm at work, but that I'll be home soon. It's stories like that that keep me going.

Alice: The teeth, they keep getting bigger. Is that #4 approaching? Also, her hair is almost in her eyes? 80s-style headbands or clips?

time: 2010's been a slog so far.

us: Crawling toward wellness.

Shawn: Grinding out text, word by painful word.

SMAtuS: The Hills are Alive with the Sound of Typing

Sarah: First time alone at the zoo with two kids: success!

Max: Slept in. Rode bike there and back. Met Norman, the King Cobra. Grilled cheese induced head bonk. So sad.

Alice: @10 minutes after waking: Outfit #2

time: The morning goes too fast

us: Yes.

Shawn: Feeling groggy, but no grog to be had. January barbeque on the deck. Chatted with Max on the internet for the first time. Inscrutable:

(3:00:40 PM) SARAH: ..3.
(3:01:36 PM) Shawn: 3?
(3:01:40 PM) Shawn: as in teeth
(3:01:41 PM) Shawn: ?
(3:04:53 PM) SARAH: 0
(3:05:07 PM) Shawn: 47
(3:05:31 PM) SARAH: 00000000000000000000000000000000000000000.3.2222222.11111111178=-++++++
(3:05:47 PM) Shawn: what? am i talking to max here? :)
(3:05:50 PM) SARAH: 89o[
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(3:06:07 PM) Shawn: nice
(3:06:41 PM) SARAH: ......................................

SMAtuS: A long weekend

Sarah: Mysterious phone calls in the mail. Or something.

Max: To Sarah: "When I used to be you, I drove a car." [somewhat paraphrased]

Alice: Flirting with bronchitis.

time: Sitting in the dark waiting for sleep takes a long time. Kicking the wall doesn't help.

us: With weekends like those, who needs weekdays!

Shawn: Papa needs a new pair of shoes.

SMAtuS: The Aftermath

Sarah: Nothing a little wine, olives, and focaccia wouldn't cure. Didn't stiff barkeep this time. Thank god for family-powered childcare. (Here's to you, Alicia!)

Max: It's a pajama-powered day, today. Yukkin' it up at the grocery store, or so I have read.

Alice: Croupy as all get out, poor thing.

time: The only cure for the Croup. Unlike the Gout.

us: Off to wear our daytime hats.

Shawn: When finally alone, the brain spins down to a full stop, wound down, strings cut. Stupid painted awake eyes, but try for sleep anyhow.