Monkey in the Middle was really into a book he was reading the other day, and I wanted Real Man to know.
So, I texted him.
Here’s how it went:
Me: “Mom, this book is so good, I can’t stop reading it!” – Monkey in the Middle
Real Man: 50 shades?
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He doesn’t remember how it started, but Real Man relayed this conversation to me the other day.
Baby Monkey: The only one who can kill dinosaurs with a sword is God. Well, I guess we could use a knife.
Real Man: Do you think dinosaurs are still alive?
Baby Monkey: No. They’re all dead. And the dragons. But the horses are still alive.
Real Man: The horses?
Baby Monkey: You know. That the knights rode on?
Real Man: Well, they’re not alive, but their kids, kids, kids, kids, kids are.
Baby Monkey: Huh. I never realized horses had kids.
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Baby Monkey: I don’t want to grow up and get a job.
Me: Why is that?
Baby Monkey: Because I’ll miss you so much when I’m at work.
Me: Aw, I’ll miss you, too, Baby. But, I can always come and visit you!
Baby Monkey: No, mom. You never see Mrs. The Builder at Bob’s job!
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This one is not so much a conversation as an experience.
Baby Monkey and I were headed to the library.
I’m waiting at the garage door for him and I hear “squish, squish, squish, squish.”
I turn around and see him and say, “What’s that sound?”
Baby Monkey: I don’t know.
Me: Well, it has to be something. Are you carrying water or something?
Baby Monkey: No….but…
Me: Yes?
Baby Monkey: My sneakers were dirty from camp, so I washed them.
Me: What?
Baby Monkey: Yeah, I washed ’em in the sink and they’re real clean now! See!
At which point I look down at his feet and see gleaming black sneakers, and many little footprint puddles behind him leading back, through the house, to the kitchen sink.
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This is priceless! Is it their age? Was J. Like this too at their age?
Comment by Mary Anne — July 18, 2012 @ 10:38 am |
They all had a lot of “being six” in them when they were Baby Monkey’s age, but I feel like Baby Monkey is definitely the biggest “thinker” at his age. He’s always thinking about something, figuring something out, etc. Even in his play, he’s pondering, considering, wondering, creating. He very much lives in his mind, and when he chooses to share what’s in there with the rest of us, it’s always a treasure. 🙂
Comment by abozza — July 20, 2012 @ 11:04 am |