Conversations with Monk 3.5…

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You will be glad I did cause I am damn funny… err I mean Monk is.  Whatev.

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I love the conversations I have with my child.  He is a loon.  Must get it from his {ahem} father. 

Ok so to be honest… I find it comical that as a parent, I walk around the house all day with a miniature version of myself.  A miniature barker of commands.  A miniature commander of attention.  A miniature attention hog.  A royal pain in the butt.  That last one is from his father.

How can you not laugh at his madness?

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The other day while we were playing around on the bed, I started to get up.  Being that I am a big girl, it is a little more work than it used to be.

So as I started to get up I said “Oh crimeiny!”

Monk:  “Christ!”

Tank: {giggle}

Mama: “No, Monk.  I said crimeiny not christ!” flashing Tank a look “Geeeeez!”

Monk  “Geeezus”

Mama: “Nooo I said Geeez not Jesus!” {rolling my eyes}

Meanwhile Tank is sitting there in stitches.

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Monk:  “sticker?”

Mama: “No honey. Eat your lunch.”

Monk:  “STIIIICKKKKKER!!!!!”

Mama: “No.” {eyeroll}

Monk:  “No sticker wite now. Qwwit whining!”

Mama: {blink}

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Monk:  Jumping up and down like a mad man on the couch even though he knows its not allowed.

Mama: “Monk?”

Monk:  “Git down now!”

Mama: “Yes.  Get down.”

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Mama: “Look Monk! A bulldozer! ”

Monkey: “umm… no dats a backhoe”

Mama: “I stand corrected”

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Monk:  “Daisy get down!”

Mama: “….”

Monk:  “I’m seeweeus!”

Mama: quietly to myself   “I have created a monster.”  {sigh}

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Jazz:  “bark bark!!”   “ruff ruff!”

Monk:  “HEY!  Beee quiet peez!”

Mama: {snicker}

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Monk:  “Awww crap!”

Mama: “James, don’t say that.”

Monk:  “Awww crap Mama.” pointing to the tv

Mama: “ohh.. crabbbb … Buh Buh Buh craB”

Monk:  “Crap”

Mama: {sigh}  “ok I ‘spose that will work.”

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Monk: <screeeeeech!!!>

Monk: “mommmmaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!”

Mama: “what monkey?! are you ok?!

Monk: “spiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!” pointing the other other side of the kitchen, holding one leg up as if to avoid it.

–Sidenote:  Dude!  It was the smallest spider ever!  OMG he is so totally his mothers son.–

Mama: <eyeroll>

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Kids.  {snicker}

What are some conversations you have had with your Monkey lately?