This morning, as I nervously corralled the Monkey in a room where she couldn’t be seen by the Inside Edition crew filming in our street, waiting for them to leave so I could take her to school without fearing that her visage would be used in a story about our now infamous next-door neighbor, she …
Here’s a gem from dinner the other night. And yes, we had guests over… @PinkPeonies: Do you need to go to the bathroom? The Monkey: No. @PinkPeonies: Then why are you grabbing your crotch? The Monkey: Because my vulva is CONCENTRATING.
Monkey: Daddy! Look at my finger! (holds out her index finger, which has something on the end of it that looks like a horrible blood blister) Me: (with a look of horror on my face) What is that?!?! Monkey: (scraping the horror from her finger into my hand) It came out of my nose. She …
The Monkey was being particularly lovey with her mama – lots of hugs and snuggling. She let out a little sigh, placed her head on Mama’s shoulder, and said, “You’re so complicated…” I had to turn away and hide my face. She was so sincere, and I think she meant it as a compliment, but …
This morning, I had to correct the Monkey when she was talking about the show Imagination Movers. She kept calling it “Ivagination Movers.” Yeah. I couldn’t let that continue…
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