Monkey Business



Okay so I am trying to keep all of these stories in order but I could possibly skip some here or there that I will need to come back to later!  The reason I started keeping track of these was because I was forgetting them or forgetting details...and it has only gotten worse with age or possibly due to having minor nervous breakdowns throughout the years!  :)

So this one, as you can guess, goes back to the "monkey story" I referred to in my last post.  Here is what happened back in the 2012 timeframe......

As I am getting ready to literally walk out the door to go to work, I realized that Sloan was not in the house.  Emma was in her room and said she would look for Sloan.  She found him in the front yard with his bow and arrow and a stuffed monkey duct taped to the tree (see above picture).   I went into the house, got my phone and came outside to take a picture because nobody would believe this unless they saw it (well maybe some of you would considering you know my kids).  Sloan walked up behind me and asked why I was taking a picture and I explained to him that it was for the state mental hospital records because he was going to be picked up this afternoon.  I also explained to him that it was not a good idea to shoot in the direction of the street when kids were walking down the street to get to school – and his aim is not the best with a skinny tree and a small monkey.  I turned to walk back in the house and realized he had walked out and shut the door behind him -- the door that automatically locks.  So I made him check every door and every window to see if we could get back into the house.  We could not.  So I sent the kids to school, walking by themselves which is something they have always wanted to do but I would never let them, while I figured out how to get inside.  Meanwhile, I am sure that Sloan is telling Emma he is going to do this again tomorrow so they can walk to school by themselves tomorrow……

 

I eventually got in touch with my mother who was over on my side of town for a dermatologist’s appointment.  She has an extra key, so she came by and let me in.  So this is how I started my day.  And the monkey stayed duct taped to the tree in my front yard for several days.  I guess I should be thankful that Sloan found a stuffed monkey rather than the kitty cat!  AGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!