Monkey Sprout

Victory!

I have finally gotten my hands on one if the many devices the Mamma clings to so tightly.

It is now my turn to tell you what things are really like in this house.

First off, I am ~~basically~~ in charge around here. When I get up, I like to turn the fan off and the light on, then obnoxiously bang on my door until the Mamma releases me. Upon my release, I immediately demand my milk and it is served promptly and chilled to the perfect temperature. I then patiently await the arrival of the Dada to release me from the Mamma's chambers. Oddly though, he leaves me alone with her again to willingly nap until third or fourth meal time.

It is time. I must be nourished by something with of more sustenance, such as the sweet puffy balls that float in the Mamma's milk. I don't know why she would waist such a delectable liquid on those sweet crunchy crackers. Just give them to me dry with my milk in a cup please. I said please!?! But alas, she has not learned to "act as you teach." Sharing her crunchy balls is beyond her comprehension.

I am stuck with a banana and large round cracker with a checkerboard on it. I think she calls it a wa-ful. I think it should be called an awful! At least I can persuade her to give me white dip-dip for this dull first meal. But it is still beyond me why she chooses to tease me each morning with a single fruit snack.

I will sometimes hold out for that second meal which consists of O's and thick, cold juice, she calls it Smoo-something.

Now, on to my enormous room of entertainment, please!

I shall watch some Simba while I practice my art. Sometimes I use paper but I am a free spirit and don't want to be limited to one medium. Give me some blocks, a rocking horse, a coffee table or even the huge white walls. I will be quiet and content for at least 23 minutes. Any longer and my captures will become suspicious.

When third meal usually arrives, I am in the middle of my most important projects. And the Mamma expects me to drop everything at her command and get strapped into the seat of torture again?!? Who does she think is in charge here?

Privacy PLEASE!!

After an honorable struggle I am subdued. But I show her, after 2 maybe 3 bites of berries and cheese I pull the potty card! That gets me an instant release from my bindings. I only get 5 minutes of freedom but that's all I need to come up with my next plan. When she straps me in again, I push my plate away and put my head down. Another instant release and an escort to my sleeping chambers.

When I wake from this glorious slumber I move onto my favorite mission of the day, waking the Dada. After relentlessly banging on my door, I am release and proceed to the door in which conceals the Dark Room. I bang with such vigor that I create a thud on the other side. A groggy, gruff, giant emerges from the place of darkness.

It is time to go wild and jump all over him!! It is the highlight of my day!

But our time is cut short by the arrival of 4th meal. Mine consists of a stale 3rd meal while the Dada gets a fresh hot Yum-a-Yum. Can you believe the nerve this house chef?

What comes next is always a mystery. Sometimes the car takes us somewhere while other times we head back to my room of a thousand toys. I do enjoy the spontaneity of my gaolers.

But fifth meal always arrives followed by short play and long sleep.

My short play is in the food room while the Mamma bangs the plates around. I enjoy setting up my animals all along the floor and then driving my car around them. My animal display is usually destroyed by the Mamma who crushes them under her feet and proceeds to yell out different vowels. Again with the not acting as you teach. "We do not stand on our toys! We take care of them so that we have them tomorrow."

In the end, it's time for my milk and a cuddle as I watch my coveted Shaun the Sheep. The Dada is busy putting more clothes on and then kisses everyone and says "good-bye" and "good-night." The Mamma takes me to my sleeping chamber where I will be contained until it starts all over again when I awaken.