tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post4378233722022616352..comments2008-02-05T15:55:02.289-08:00creative-type dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13594687030412942701noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-65748611169015825912008-02-05T15:55:00.000-08:002008-02-05T15:55:00.000-08:00

Maybe he's one of these...

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-40896760135906615672008-01-31T16:13:00.000-08:002008-01-31T16:13:00.000-08:00

He puts his poo-pee in his shoes? Other than that, Captain Hippo sound pretty cool!

carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04038972194323564240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-34677098496239174562008-01-31T15:53:00.000-08:002008-01-31T15:53:00.000-08:00

Keep writing the biography of Captain Hippo he/she sounds like a great character. The poo-pee in the shoes make this little piggie a messie game! LOL!Thanks for the entertainment.

Busy Dad Mumbleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08562330441320763801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-49623131632231558452008-01-31T10:00:00.000-08:002008-01-31T10:00:00.000-08:00

Tony, you can definitely write children's books and I'll buy them!! But Capt. Hippo needs a side kick, maybe a KFC eating hyena.

wayabettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06993697296070707945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-34238413623772568952008-01-30T12:46:00.000-08:002008-01-30T12:46:00.000-08:00

ok He is a SHE...loved that - this (for a reason unknown) made me laugh....LOLcute!

♥♥♥ A- Licious ♥♥♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/01149823030205271898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-27184470721843562008-01-30T12:10:00.000-08:002008-01-30T12:10:00.000-08:00

I must have that book. Can I get it at Amazon??

Jensterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15639970448069931471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-51791114596080218242008-01-30T04:45:00.000-08:002008-01-30T04:45:00.000-08:00

Capt. Hippo! LOVE IT!However I couldn't help but notice that something was missing in her bio. Something key that will launch her into the stratosphere of the 'A' list superheroes.Capt. Hippo needs a youthful side...OH, she has one now!good luck with the shoes

dennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328680068431185409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-46909463384001019112008-01-29T19:58:00.000-08:002008-01-29T19:58:00.000-08:00

Nice to know that my daughter isn't the only one who brings poop into everything.

nonlineargirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05414675024101618604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-90233651097067749352008-01-28T09:14:00.000-08:002008-01-28T09:14:00.000-08:00

The Real Mother Hen -- Sure, but be sure you look in your shoes before putting them on.mama speak -- to pass the time in case he eats spicy food.Redneck Mommy -- I asked my daughter, she said he got the boots from a duck.

creative-type dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13594687030412942701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-21401212453771378752008-01-27T18:23:00.000-08:002008-01-27T18:23:00.000-08:00

Ha this is funny :)(I'm going to steal your Captain Hippo - ehehe, evil smile)

The Real Mother Henhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13226727195920798035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-31994133899037996992008-01-27T02:43:00.000-08:002008-01-27T02:43:00.000-08:00

Our imaginary friend goes to the potty, so perhaps I should send him over.It's lucky we have two potties actually, as my husband wasn't allowed in the main bathroom recently, as ourt imaginary friend was using the facilities.Dad had to pee elsewhere, and not on our friend.

h&bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05433555112198668513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-8037050375095716022008-01-27T00:41:00.000-08:002008-01-27T00:41:00.000-08:00

I never had one despite being an only child and neither did my boys - were we deprived?

Tismee2http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106355662727253470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-28528120902768743662008-01-25T22:39:00.000-08:002008-01-25T22:39:00.000-08:00

ummm, I'm afraid to ask, but....what are the magazines for?

mama speakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03640989726991698596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-49566418171220333472008-01-25T10:59:00.000-08:002008-01-25T10:59:00.000-08:00

That is so great! You have a creative daughter!

The City Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09819377234772187931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-80502179915170054812008-01-25T09:57:00.000-08:002008-01-25T09:57:00.000-08:00

Could you ask the Hippo where he got those sparkly pink cowboy boots? Cuz I'm thinking I could rock a pair of those...

Redneck Mommyhttp://theredneckmommy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-58196488432863578162008-01-25T07:36:00.000-08:002008-01-25T07:36:00.000-08:00

ha ha ha ha ha ha

painted maypolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06446625015003854710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-70711839676102302932008-01-25T05:49:00.000-08:002008-01-25T05:49:00.000-08:00

love it!!!

Amy Turn Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02464390111666094856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-77982335917693281872008-01-24T22:10:00.000-08:002008-01-24T22:10:00.000-08:00

Coal Miner's Granddaughter -- I don't know. That's like asking me to give up the colonel's spicy chicken...Ben & Bennie -- Ben, are you sure that wasn't you?mama speak -- Good question...maybe I should install a toilet in there and leave some magazine's.Maureen -- Captain Hippo was playing the guitar solo.

creative-type dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13594687030412942701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-55552677784193844962008-01-24T20:35:00.000-08:002008-01-24T20:35:00.000-08:00

The chicken at the new McDonald's has got nothing on the old one. Glad Hippo knows this.

Whithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818211552756821661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-73594888786465703422008-01-24T20:03:00.000-08:002008-01-24T20:03:00.000-08:00

Hee! OF COURSE Captain Hippo's a Scientologist! HA! Too funny.

Haley-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07516203764767040649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-16167646428218767892008-01-24T18:06:00.000-08:002008-01-24T18:06:00.000-08:00

Captain Hippo's placing of feces in shoes suggests libidinal confusion.

Octopus Grigorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07665522546765324440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-49888518677031223882008-01-24T17:29:00.000-08:002008-01-24T17:29:00.000-08:00

Sweetie, honey, poor, pitiful, chicken-loving, freak. Let's relax about the pooping on the potty. It will happen when it happens. Deep cleansing breaths. Do it with me. Iiiiinnnnn. Ooooouuutttt. Iiiiiinnnnn. Oooooouuuuutt. Feel better? No? Go to KFC.

Coal Miner's Granddaughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14320077738770745217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-63429085594873721722008-01-24T15:38:00.000-08:002008-01-24T15:38:00.000-08:00

He doesn't get his chicken from KFC?That shoe-pooping bastard.

beta momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13880037008177679189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-61139464800881851472008-01-24T14:05:00.000-08:002008-01-24T14:05:00.000-08:00

Excellent story. If it weren't for all the copyrights, trademarks and publicity rights you violated you could publish it.

Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104723037009416379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993459.post-57320709278371824402008-01-24T13:51:00.000-08:002008-01-24T13:51:00.000-08:00

My Aunt Marsha had an imaginary friend named Tiger when she was about your daughter's age. At the young age of 5 she arrived in my grandmother's kitchen and announced that Tiger wouldn't be around any longer. When my grandmother asked what happened to Tiger Marsha replied: "I took him to the lake and drowned him."Honest to God it's a true story! Just don't tell the editors of Golf Magazine.

Ben & Benniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12165216797183902071noreply@blogger.com