So the monkey has a new bff. Or at least a boy that would like to be his bff. The boy wants to dress like him, wants to sit with him, wants to play with him. Very cute, right? Except that it’s seeming to be a bit much for the monkey. Either he doesn’t get it – or he’s not in favor of the same kind of relationship.

This morning it was very obvious – apparently when he was dropped off he sat at the breakfast table to eat his mac and cheese (I know… what kind of mother sends her child to preschool with mac and cheese for breakfast…). His new bff arrives and sits right next to him. This was a little too close for the monkey’s liking because he says, “Oh, I think I want to sit over here,” and he picks up his breakfast and moves to the other end of the table. His friend was crushed.

If that wasn’t rude enough – he also questioned why his friend was wearing a coat, hat, and mittens. “Why are you wearing that?” he asked, “It isn’t snowing…”.

I’m wondering if the level of snark in our household isn’t rubbing off on him… here’s hoping he isn’t a total punk – and manages to keep some friends.