“You guys…
…are monkeys.
…You’re little monkeys!
…You’re little, tiny monkeys.
…Little, tiny monkeys.
…Are you little, tiny monkeys?”
I need a boyfriend.
“You guys…
…are monkeys.
…You’re little monkeys!
…You’re little, tiny monkeys.
…Little, tiny monkeys.
…Are you little, tiny monkeys?”
I need a boyfriend.
I doubt a boyfriend will cure such conversations. I have one, and I just said to Annie:
Are you a puppy?
Are you a bear?
Are you a puppy bear?
Are you a pumpkin head puppy bear?
i agree with sam, i’m afraid. i make up songs for the dogs. deborah only occasionally finds this amusing.
and i play dog, dog, hedgehog everytime i go upstairs now that lady has placed hedgehog at the foot of the m.
I have that conversation with Gabe all the time…He’s my little monkey.