You’ve heard by now, no doubt, in these crucial and fateful times, that our zoo’s baby hippopotamus has been hit on by another zoo’s baby hippopotamus.
I don’t even know where to start with this. Yes I do. I’ll begin by putting my foot down. Our Fiona is too young to date. No boys until she’s five.
Even were she actually old enough to start tramping around every zoo with a hippo enclosure, I don’t know that I’d recommend this Timothy character. His comma use is execrable, he’s name dropping his big-deal into infinity, and he’s said nothing at all about how well Fiona swims or eats or rams people.