Yesterday the monkey’s school was closed, luckily my parents live close and love to watch him as often as they can. Seems like they had a great day. They went to the golden arches, played, ate, and played more.

When I got home the monkey says to me, “Did you know grandpa drove your car today?” I said, “Really?”. He says, “Yes, he’s a really bad driver.” He said it all with such seriousness, he was completely ratting out grandpa (who had permission to drive the car – as it is the one with the carseat that is required for the monkey to go places…) and had strong opinions about the quality of gramp’s driving.

Each day he tells me something that makes me laugh. I’m going to *attempt* to document them here.