Monkey: I met someone at camp today who says he knows you, dadda
Chris: who was it?
Monkey: his name was John.
(A little more back and forth like this, mainly Chris trying to get more information about who this person is)
Chris: wait, I’m a little confused, what why was he asking about me again?
Monkey (slightly exasperated): well, I supposed you knew him!
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After flossing and brushing and trying for a few minutes to wiggle free the latest loose tooth, we finally gave up and settled into our reading routine. I read a page of the book, Chris reads a page, he hands the book to the monkey who says: I can’t read tonight. I’ve been through a lot.
Apparently trying to wiggle out her tooth was pretty traumatic :)
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Monkey: (wrapped up in a blanket): look, I’m a butterfly
Chris: you’re a flutterby?
Monkey: a butterfly
Chris: so a flutterby?
Monkey: (tiny eye roll): Dad joke!
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Finally, one day off on an especially hot and muggy day we spent like time making a little puppet show theater out of an old big box from a big lawn item we bought last year. Today I found this written on the side of it: “Ask someone in this family! Thank you!”
I guess she means to ask someone to see the puppet show? Not at all sure though
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