Animal House
I have three girls...three girls and an irreverent sense of humor. This is why I had no one but myself to blame when I realized how much my once peaceful home resembles a constant re-run of Animal House. It's the oldest, my lovely Quokka who most often chides me for my...um...inappropriate jokes. Athena, on the other hand, joins in. And Badger, Badger lives by the credo: go big, or go home. So, the other night Badger was pouting a bit because her beloved Wubble (yes, for those of you who aren't in the know, that's an actual thing - go Google it, we'll wait) was a bit deflated and saggy. To lift the mood, I pulled up her shirt and blew on her bellybutton to "inflate the saggy Wubble." There were loud raspberry sounds, giggling, fighting to get away. Fun times! The pout was replaced by laughter and all was right across Puff land. And then my Badger decided to demonstrate, once again, that she is aptly named. She dropped her pants, bent over, pried her li...