Terry or Monkey Spout?

On Saturday night, Eric and I were enjoying the cooler weather on our new screened in porch. We even took out some pillows to get even more comfortable in our chairs that we have out there.

Molly, of course, had to accompany us, and she declared that it was school time. So, gone was our quiet. Instead, Molly was the teacher (she declared her name to be the same as her preschool teacher), and she told us that we were both kids. In case we didn’t believe her, every time she called on us, she didn’t call us Mommy and Daddy or Angie and Eric, she called us, “Kid.”

When it was time for show and tell, I said that I had my stuffed animal sheep named Lambie. I picked that because that was what Molly took along for her first show and tell.

Molly then asked “Kid” (of Eric variety) if he had show and tell. She said, “Do you have a pet monkey?” before Eric could offer up his own choice.

She then went on, after Eric agreed to having brought a stuffed monkey. “What’s his name?”

Eric opened his mouth to answer, but Molly then offered, “Is it Terry or Monkey Spout?”

As we stiffled back laughter, Eric said, “His name is Monkey Spout.”

Because, really — if you are forced to make a choice for a stuffed monkey, who wouldn’t pick Monkey Spout? Seriously.