Flying Barrel Of Monkeys

MonkeyBoy has started saying grace at dinner time. We all hold hands and then he recites The Simpson’s prayer:

Rub a dub dub,
Thanks for the grub.
Yay, God!
Amen.

Tonight at dinner he mixed it up a bit.

Rub a dub dub,
Thanks for the grub.
Yay, God.
Dot Com.

I think he’s definitely a techie like his folks.

And in the car this week, MonkeyBoy and I were chatting while running errands. MonkeyMan was at home playing with his new lemon server (which has been returned and we are anxiously awaiting the replacement).

MonkeyBoy announced, “Daddy’s playing head games at home”.
“Oh?” I responded, “What do you mean?”
“He’s playing head games. On the TV.”
“Do you mean he’s playing boxing? Is he playing Mommy’s new boxing game?”
“Yes! Head games!”

I guess I got hit in the head too many times while playing Wii Punchout and it made an impression.