Flying Barrel Of Monkeys

My dad called on Friday and asked if he could come to visit for the weekend. Considering they live 1000 miles away, it was an unusual request. Turns out he was flying for work and ended up stranded during his layover due to bad weather, so he rented a car and drove the four hours from the layover airport to our house Friday night and then drove back on Sunday to fly home.

Monkeyboy was surprised (and a little freaked) to have Papop walk into his room on Saturday morning, but he quickly warmed up and had fun playing all weekend. On Sunday morning they were both playing quietly upstairs. All of a sudden MonkeyBoy yelled down the stairs, “Mommy! That man has his pants off!”. Perplexed and thinking I misunderstood, I asked for clarification. He again yelled, “Mommy! That man has his pants off!”. Knowing my father, I thought there must be some sort of reasonable explanation, but MonkeyMan went upstairs to investigate anyway. He returned with two Legos from the Lego bucket that lives upstairs. Sure enough “that [lego] man” did have his pants off.