Monkey is clearly feeling better since yesterday. It’s so nice to see his “spark” back! Last night Duhdee and I were sharing a hug in the kitchen. Monkey was in another room watching TV but his radar went off and he came running to break up the lovefest. You see, in this house, only Monkey should be hugged. It’s quite amusing to us to hear his little feet pounding on the floor as he comes running to find us. We’re always snickering and waiting for him to come around the corner with his big, saucer eyes. We’re so naughty, we shouldn’t torture him.
Anyway, Monkey came running to break up the hug, as usual, but this time instead of merely separating us by a few inches he decided I needed to be removed from the room entirely. He must have suspected that we’d just go back to hugging once he left to return to his show. So little man put his hands on my lower back and gently pushed me out of the kitchen and into the dining room. Then he must have decided it was FUN to make Umma move so he pushed me around the dining room table and right back into the kitchen where Duhdee was still standing. Hmmm…not acceptable…so he pushed me back into the dining room, around the table and then into the hallway. He finally stopped when I was about a foot from our bed.
The whole time we’d been giggling and I turned to look over my shoulder at him and asked “Now what?” He stood back a bit and yelled “BOOM!” which is what Duhdee makes him say before he tosses Monkey onto the bed. “Boom?” I asked.
Monkey grinned at me and suddenly pushed me, face first, onto the bed! “BOOM!” he yelled again before dissolving into belly laughs. I couldn’t help but laugh in return and so we both lay there on the bed, howling with laughter and Monkey was looking me right in the eye (!) as we did. It was such a funny and sweet moment.
I know, I shouldn’t ecourage the whole “pushing” thing but it seems relatively harmless. Right???