Silly me.Drake is Mommy's Monkey. She made the disastrous mistake of calling New Baby "Monkey." Once. Drake informed her, most emphatically, "No. I'M your monkey."
So, when I saw this monkey at Walgreen's just before Valentine's Day, I thought, "Wouldn't Drake love to have a monkey as big as he is?"
Wrong.
He studiously ignored it for weeks. When the balloon we were playing with landed in the money's lap, I had to get it. Drake was going nowhere near it. But when I asked if the monkey should go away, he say no.
Finally, last Friday, he told John that the monkey could go away.
Yesterday, John offered the monkey to young Master Alden who lives across the alley. Alden, is 2-1/2. Alden has never uttered more than one word at a time, in our experience. (That word is usually "Gracie!" our German Shepherd). Alden got an eyeful of Big Monkey and loudly informed his Grandma, Great-Grandma, and John. "No! I don't want the big monkey!"
Clearly there is some big monkey mojo going on that we adults are completely un-attuned to.
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