Monkey Business

When I was pregnant with the Mud Puddle it seemed like there were pregnant women EVERY WHERE. There were pregnant ladies on the T, walking down the street, on tv. I am sure that I was just hypersensitive to it b/c I was in that mind set but it was a fascinating phenomena to me.

The Mud Puddle was named after a sock monkey (as previously noted) and from time to time we seem to be caught up in a monkey wave. Monkeys everywhere. Now I am not sure if everyone goes through these kinds of weeks/days where one THING or person or song is everywhere or if we are just really weird.

First off, there is no escaping Curious George. The big movie is coming out this weekend (an as a Houghton Mifflin alumni and one-time wearer of the monkey suit I am excited for it) and the commercials are running constantly.
In connection with the movie, Borders had a special on Curious George books so we picked up a few when we were at the book store (a weekly adventure) last week, and have been reading if not one then all three daily.

Dora’s best buddy is a monkey, so we have Boots to contend with on a daily basis. He is the constant monkey in our lives.

The most amusing monkey event happened Monday night at daycare. Scott does drop off on Mondays (so I can hit the gym, start the week off right and sweaty) and so I have little insight into what is brought to daycare that morning. The rule is no toys other than your lovey (Ellie has been getting the love this week, no stinky fish WOOHOO) except on Show and Tell days when you can bring one toy.
So I arrive to pick him up Monday night and he informs me that he needs to get his monkeys.
Say what?
He walks over to two of his “friends” (he wouldn’t list them if you asked but they hang together at daycare), asks for his monkeys and then hands them off to me. They are “Barrel of Monkey” monkeys and for some reason there are only three.
Now, one of the fellas took the monkey hand off in stride; he found something else to play with and moved on.
The other guy, not so much. He WANTED that monkey. So I told him I would look around for an extra monkey and bring him one the next day (I didn’t, he remembered, there was a scene).

At this point I am befuddled. Why did the Mud Puddle bring in his “Barrel of Monkeys” monkeys and where are the barrel and all the other monkeys?
I called Scott ask about why he brought in the monkeys sans barrel on a “non-show and tell day” and he said no monkeys were brought to school just Ellie.

So the monkeys are not his. They are stolen (hot monkeys if you will) and I had to dash the monkey loving hopes of one of the more ‘sensitive’ kids at day care whilst committing the monkey heist.

The monkeys are still sitting in the cup holder in my car. I am not sure how to return the stolen monkeys because now I have the Monkey Lover tailing me every morning and I can’t just slip them back in. I may just have to fess up to the crime and hand them over. Or drop them in “Block Area” and run.
I am sure you know which one I will be doing.