Entry FeedLast year the boys "borrowed" a Hungry Hungry Hippo game from their grandparents. They loved it! I think it came with 25 white plastic marbles, so with the two of them playing, someone always won.
They used to smash and grab and fight. I kept trying to put the game away, and they kept wanting it out. I have dents on my coffee table from their fun.
It is a loud, obnoxious game. I was glad when the boys had finally lost so many marbles that their tired of it.
While getting organized today, the game was unearthed. Daughter wanted to play with Mommy and Daddy. In her usual bossy fashion, she told us which hippo we could each be. We could only find three marbles, but we set the game up.
She told us when we could release our marbles into the middle. Then we started. Daddy got in trouble early for having his hippo eat my hippo's marble. Daughter took it out of his stash, and gently fed it to my hippo. Then we played again. Each hippo was allowed to eat only one marble, and if necessary, Daughter would feed them by hand.
We played a few rounds of this game, until daughter announced, "That's enough!" and put the three marbles back into a zip-lock bag, and put the game away.
Husband and I sat on the floor stunned. Who knew Hungry Hungry Hippo could be played in such a quiet, civilized fashion? Every hippo got one marble, and no one won. We were OK with it, she was OK. It just reminded me, yet again, how different she is from her brothers.
saddened by the hatorade drank in this post. hungry hungry hippos is awesome and anyone that thinks otherwise should be censored, lol.