“Mom! That’s your job!” {Conversations with Monk}

 

Time for more giggles over the stuff Monk says…

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Mama:  “Please be quiet so you don’t wake up your brother.”

Monk:  “Can I play my bongos?!!??”

Mama:  “SHHH!  No.  Just be quiet please.”

Monk: “Can I play my piano?!?!”

Mama:  “No.  Please talk softly.  And no, you need to play something quietly.”

Monk:  {whispering} “Mom?”

Mama:  “Yes?”

Monk:  {whispering} “I just fart softly so I don’t wake up my brother.”

Mama:  “Um, ok thanks buddy.” 

And inside I die.

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Mama:  “Monk, do not bring toys in my office.  That is the rule  This is not a playroom.  Now scoot.”

Fast forward 10 minutes.

Monk:  [from his playroom] “Mom?”

Mama:  [from my office] “Yes babe?”

Monk:  “Do not come in my office while I am working, ok?”

Mama:  “You mean your playroom?”

Monk:  “No.  This is my office.  And you can’t play in here, ok?”

Mama:  “Ok, bud.  I got it.”

Fast forward 5 minutes.

Monk: “Mom?”

Mama:  “Yes?”

Monk:  ”Do you wanna come play in my office?” 

…

While eating dinner…

Monk: “This is nice.  Just two friends.  Hanging out.  No pressure.”

Mama: “Huh?”

Monk: “I DON’T NEED ANYONE TO FIX ANYTHING FOR ME!”

Tank:  “What are you yelling about?”

Mama:  “Oh wait, I think he…”

Monk:  “My life is being sabatoged by talking chipmonks!”

Mama: “Are you quoting your movie again?”

Monk: “Yes.”

…

While we were cleaning up toys…

Monk: “What’s this one?” 

Mama: “Armored truck.”

Monk: “What’s in it?”

Mama: “Money!”

Monk: “Oh! That’s a money truck.  His name is Grampa!”

And I die laughing.  Because apparently all children think my father is made of money.  Apple/Tree.  That whole thing.  Ha!

…

I am in my bedroom, while Monkey is in the living room watching TV.

Mama: “Monk? Do you know where the boppy is?? I can’t find it.”

Monk: “Yesssss.”

Mama: “Ok… Where?”

Monk: “I have it!!!!”

Mama: “Can I have it please? I need to feed your brother.  Hence the screams.”

Monk:  “No mom, you don’t need it.  You’ll be fine.”

Mama:  “No, son, I really need it please.”

Monk:  “nnnnkaaaay, i’ll be right therrrreee” 

After I finished feeding, I go into the living room to find out why he never brought me the boppy and I see this…

 

 {eyeroll}

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While watching cartoons in the living room, I am cleaning the kitchen and hear the following:

Rocky: “errrrr aaahhh waaaa uhhhh!”

Monk: “shhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Rocky:  “nahh ahhhhhhhh!”

Mama: “Monk? Can you give him his pacifier?”

Monk: {Huge grunts and sighs} “Urgh Mommmm!  FINE!”

Rocky:  “AHHHHHH!!!!”

Monk:  “OH MY GAWWWD!  Can’t you be quiet!?!  I’m tryna watch this!!!!!!”

I go in there and Monk has not moved from his spot on the couch.

Mama: “Why are you frustrated?  I thought you were going to give him his pacifier for me?”

Monk:  “MOM!  That is your job!  Monkey’s job is to watch Bubble Guppies!”

Mama:  “Well, it won’t be long and your job will be to do the dishes while I watch TV.” 

Monk:  “MOM!!! SHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

Mama:  {eyeroll}

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