I find Jackie in the garden, digging holes with a stick in a section of the flowerbed that's gone to weeds. "Whatcha doing, kiddo?""Planting dinosaur seeds," she says, beaming up at me. She uncurls ... [+]
There was a hippo in the kitchen. No one knew how it got there, or when, but there was undeniably an enormous, sloppy, disheveled hippo in the kitchen. "And," I said, examining the lunch my mother had spread in the middle of the table, "to make matters worse, he's a double-dippo hippo." "A what?" my father said. "He dips once," my mother said, frowning at the hummus bowl on the table, "bites, and then dips again." "And that's not all," my sister added. "He's also a slurping-sippo hippo!" "A what?" my father asked again. "He slurps when he sips," my sister said patiently, crossing her arms as t