Flying Barrel Of Monkeys

In amongst a dozen other errands I had to do today in preparations for MonkeyMan’s birthday celebration, MonkeyBoy and I ran to the mall to check out the dinosaur costume. It fit well and he REFUSED to take it off. Wouldn’t remove it so we could pay for it, wouldn’t take if off to walk through the mall, wouldn’t entertain the idea of slipping it off so he could avoid melting in our fall-like 80 degree temperatures. I had to set him on the counter and have the lady scan him so that I could pay for it. He even wore it on a trip to the quickie mart for extra heavy whipping cream. MonkeyBoy cried and cried when I finally made him take off the costume for dinner and bedtime. I think we found a hit. At least until PBS sways him with some other new show…