Who needs a few funny Monkey stories? I do, I do! Glad we all agree…
So, the fragile x sense of humor is strong in this child. I’ve said many, many times that he will do anything, anything, to get me to laugh. In fact, when he had the whole dentist visit in February, he put on the hospital scrubs because he saw Money do it and she laughed at herself, then she laughed even harder at Honey ((Who did look truly ridiculous, they do not make scrubs in size giant, FYI.)). In fact, Monkey demanded that they be put on him and, when I moved too slowly, he tried to stuff himself sausage-like into the infant pair he found laying around. Then he wanted me to laugh at him…so I did.
So, what does Monkey deem funny these days?
- Burping (a real one is best but he’ll fake it if he has too.)
- Making Money say “gross!” (he’s a nearly 8 year old boy, he doesn’t have to fake this one. Ever. He is gross. Boys are gross.)
- Tickling. (He needs to work on his technique, right now we’re somewhere between “Ouch!” and “What Are You Trying to Do?” Which is a huge improvement over “OMG Leave a LITTLE Skin Behind!” or “Are Those Nails or Daggers?”)
- Telling Money that he is “so cute!” (Well, duh, right? He is freaking adorable.) This is downright hysterical and he will launch into peels of laughter, which makes me laugh, which makes him laugh, which makes me laugh harder which leads to…
- Making Money laugh so hard she snorts. In the very rare instances that he can’t get me to snort organically he will begin snorting while he laughs which is guaranteed to result in the desired outcome *sigh*.
Beyond being a barrel of laughs, he’s also the sweetest little boy ever. No exaggeration. We are ((STILL, OMFG!!)) in the process of redecorating his bedroom and he will plant himself next to Eric and chirp ((I kid you not, the boy has chirp down pat!)), “Hi Daddy!” in the sweetest voice imaginable. So, fine, he does it 80-billion times in 30 minutes but it’s still cute…mostly because he’s not saying it to me. He also greets me with hugs and will say, “Hi Money, how you?” when I get home from work. It turns me into a puddle of goo every time.
Speaking of puddles…he’s also the smartest little boy ever. He knows where every puddle in Cambridge and Boston forms after even the slightest bit of rain and will direct us to “turn right, find a puddle” or “turn weft, I see a puddle!” as appropriate. Even cuter is that he will announce “I see a green puddle.” on a perfectly dry day and when I ask him where he will wave his hand and gesture vaguely in one direction or another and say “Over ‘der!” expecting his minions to make it so. And when Monkey finds a puddle and Eric doesn’t drive through it for some strange reason, like it’s on the sidewalk, he will helpfully inform Eric, “You mit it!” with just the right amount of exasperation in his voice.
Ahh, I feel better now. You? 😉