Last week, Hugo's father left him. It was a long time coming, we all knew it was going to happen. Poor little Hugo held his leaves high and posed for pictures, but we're pretty sure he was crying on the inside. Sometimes I think it would've been better if he had left without warning, certainly without all the fanfare of suits and photographs. But alas, Hugo had to endure a full day of goodbyes and silliness. Each hour of Joseph's excruciating departure will no doubt be another year of therapy for our young and vulnerable avocado. On the upside, however, Hugo and I had a grand old time raiding Joseph's abandoned office for supplies, bulletin boards and soy sauce. In an effort to take his mind off his dead-beat dad, I sent Hugo on a much needed vacation to Germany, land of bratwurst and leiderhosen. While there, he stumbled upon the G8 meeting and, given his celebrity blog status, had no problem getting a seat at the table. However, things got a bit heated when Hugo mentioned an idea he had been working on - something about nationalizing all trees, plants and greenery in the US. Yes, that's right - oxygen, vegetables and the color green are in high demand and Hugo wants control of it all. This of course met some resistance, particularly from the German Chancellor, who immediately exclaimed, "VHAAAT?" Bush later met with Hugo one on one for a quick massage, followed by an explanation of the problems his plan might create. Given that our little Hugo Chavocado is still at a young and impressionable age, it did not take much to convince him of the faults of his idea. In the end, he agreed that Bush should make all of the decisions of the world. They shook hands/leaves and Hugo left to do a little sight seeing. He returned slightly dejected, but proudly dragging a bag full of brats that he snuck through customs (he told them it was potting soil).
