Barbie told Murphy he was getting something all his own. It was a surprise. Murphy hung out at the gate, bugging her.
What is it? Can I eat it? Does it run? How can it be all mine?!? We share everything!
Melody and True jostle for Best Viewing Position at their gate across the way:
Oh man. This is gonna be gooood!
Uh. Mom? It tastes like just another two-legged? Is the two-legged carrying my surprise?
(It’s worth noting Barbie’s complete lack of concern. If we flip to her mental page, the title would be: Thank God Someone is Rescuing Me.)
Hilary explains good foal manners to Murphy.
This is what Murphy hears: lalalalalalalalalalalalala…you are the cutest wittow baby boy…you are handsadoracuterrific! And you can have whatever you want.
No, you don’t understand! I already know how to do this, so I don’t need to do it anymore! Really. I got this one.
He had to walk for Ten. Whole. Minutes. With only 17 – okay maybe 26 – rest breaks.
Murphy’s feelings about his first day of kindergarten:
But he luvvvvvs Hilary:
Auntie? Aimlessly walking around is stupid. (sorry) But don’t leave! You just got here. Can’t you just like hang out awhile? Maybe rub my back?
Melody and True: Well. That was uneventful.
Barbie: Noooooooo…!!!!! He can work longer! Teach him to sit!
(For a relative size comparison, and to understand our shock seeing him after a week of camping, Murphy, at 2 months old, next to Shaun, who is 5′ 4″ tall.)