Monkey Boy is a delight. He is a delight when he dresses as
Buzz Light Year for a trip to the supermarket and stays in character the entire
time, with an encore on the travelators.
He recently asked for a ‘tooth pickle’ because he had
something stuck in his teeth. Too cute!
One of his favourite DVDs is a cartoon of Hercules, with a
theme song that sounds like ‘Her-KEW Leeees!’ which is interpreted by Monkey
Boy as ‘Tur-KEY Leeeegs’. Adorable. But then we come to conversations like these;
Me – (to Mr BC) Do you
think it is it going to rain? I have stuff to put on the line...
Mr BC – let’s ask
Monkey Boy! He always knows what the weather is doing, he is the Weather Dude!
Hey, Monkey Boy, is it going to rain? (side note: OK then, Crazy Man...)
Monkey Boy – No, it is
not going to rain. Those clouds will just go away. You can put washing on the
line mum.
(Later on, it rains
all over the washing, but I give Monkey Boy a big hug anyway)
Monkey Boy – Mum! You
hug too hard! You are making my muscles angry! Dad is much betterer than you!
Me – Really? Can he
make nice dinners?
Monkey Boy – Yes!
Me – Can he buy you
chocolate after day care?
Monkey Boy – Yes!
Me – Can he do the
laundry?
Monkey Boy – YES! You
just leave it in the rain!!
Did you see what he did there? That conversation might be filed under diabolically cute, but the
following? I am wounded.
Mum, your chin under
your chin is just really big, like a pelican! Does all the food go in there?
Then he throws his head back and imitates a pelican eating.
Wounded, I tell you.
xx