Last night Bob and I moved some stuff out of my parents basement, that they have so kindly let me store for a while.
Well when I was younger I would collect Hippopotamuses. Not the giant 4500 pound creatures, but the stuffed, wooden, and even occasional magnet variety. They're my favorite animal, and for a while there, for every birthday I would get Hippo's from everyone. I eventually grew out of that, and realized I have no where to put everything, but I wanted to keep them for my kids to play with.
Well when I asked Bob to take the enormous box of hippo paraphernalia to the car. He told me I was trying to take away his manhood by having those in the house.
"But what about when we have kids?!"
"We'll give them a Metallica shirt to play with. And further more, what person in their right mind saw a ferocious wild animal like the hippo, and decided to make it into a plush toy with a tutu? I'm telling you right now it was a woman."
Bob may have a little surprise when he gets in his car today. I might have innocently propped a stuffed hippo on his steering wheel.