Luke’s love affair with Monkey is far from waning…
In fact, most nights we get home from school and he asks to go see him. He knows Monkey is an upstairs creature – and must remain in his crib if we are frolicking downstairs. Before he can go into the crib, Luke gives him a hug and a kiss. When they are reunited at the end of the day, he rubs him all over his face while exclaiming “you so nice, Monkey. I love you.”
But, more recently, Monkey has becoming a critical cog in his personal hygiene wheel. When it is time to get dressed in the morning, he blatantly refuses to consider clothing for himself. He picks out Monkey’s clothes (out of Luke’s drawers, of course) and insists that I fully ensconce monkey in his pants and shirt before Luke declares “Monkey, you silly! Dese my clothes. I share wit you and your turn over.” At which point, he happily strips off his pajamas and gets dressed.
Similarly, last week, we were dealing with a nasty case of pink eye. That meant eye drops multiple times per day — the seeming equivalent of dripping castor oil into his orifices. But, without fail, monkey had to receive the eye drops first. Monkey is also currently taking Luke’s nightly vitamins, dosing himself with Tylenol when feverish and needing to look out the window at the recent snowstorms.