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Mommy, do you see the monkey?

So for those of us who are experiencing the joys of motherhood, one of the fun, yet sometimes embarrassing, times is toddlerhood. Is that even a word? Anyway, kids really do say the darndest things. The weekend before last, we were at church and one of the deacons was walking down the aisle toward us. Why did my precious little one say "mommy do you see the monkey?" Yep, she was talking about HIM...the deacon. Nope, he didn't hear her...whew. But, I guess he did slightly resemble one. He had his hair in two strand twists which hung on both sides of his face...he had long arms...I don't know. But, she was serious. I said "baby that's a man not a monkey". She said "noooo mommy, that's a monnnkey". Whatever...conversation over.

In the car, she decided to have a conversation with herself. Yep, she played two characters in the drama that was unfolding in her own mind. Hopefully, this isn't a precursor to some sort of mental disorder but rather her wonderful creativity unfolding before our very eyes. She even changed her voice for the characters. Her dad and I were rolling. The plot was very silly and not really worth recapping. But, the fact that she actually changed her voice and laughed during the conversations was...well...funny.

While walking to our cars from church on Saturday, we had to pass a few questionable characters. It wasn't a big deal. But, the funny one was a male crackhead with ORANGE hair singing "Victory is Mine". His friend sat behind the dumpster singing along. Then the orange crackhead started talking to my baby saying "you so brutiful" and whatever else. Funny!

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