So, the little brother hero worship of the big brother has reached epic proportions in our house.
Baby Monkey doesn’t even try to be smooth in his desire to be like his brother.
Me: “Baby Monkey, what would you like for dessert?”
Baby Monkey: “I’ll have whatever Monkey in the Middle is having.”
Me: “He may not have anything.”
Baby Monkey: “Then, I won’t have anything either.”
Me: “Baby Monkey, what are you going to play?”
Baby Monkey: “I’ll just wait until Monkey in the Middle gets home from school and I’ll play what he plays.”
Me: “He’s not going to be home for an hour.”
Baby Monkey: “That’s okay. I can wait.”
And on and on it goes.
He’ll grow out of it, I know.
But, right now, it’s pretty cute.
Because, as far as people to imitate go, Monkey in the Middle is a darn good choice.
