The Mystery of Hippo

Last night John and I took the boys for a walk around the neighborhood. We used it as an opportunity to throw Cole's Hippo in the washing machine while he was distracted with the outing. When we got back we put him (yes, Hippo is a him) in the dryer, and went about getting them ready for bed. I had Henry upstairs, and John was with Cole downstairs giving him his "medicines" and fixing a sippy cup of milk. According to John, while they were in the bathroom, Cole wandered out. Meanwhile, Cole showed up in Henry's room and said "baba, bippo". I looked and he was holding his sippy cup and Hippo. Of course I figured John had given it to him and thought nothing of it. When John got upstairs he asked me if I had given Hippo to Cole - it seemed too short of a time for me to have gone downstairs, got Hippo, and gotten us both back upstairs.

It turns out that Cole went into the laundry room, opened the dryer door, fished through the other laundry and found his Hippo. We have the really big front-loading washer and dryer and they're on platforms to make them even higher The really scary part is that he never saw us put him in the wash in the first place. John was really freaked out. I kind of got a kick out of it. Smart little goober.