When I was making delicious watery, juicy broccoli last night, I got out the cocktail mermaids and animals for Maggie to play with. She was delighted! Her grandfather joined her and look what they created:
A chain of monkeys, hanging from the light fixture. It's still there. It probably will be there for years, slowly growing as dusty as everything else up there.
So we had a good time with our girl. She is really a sweet child. She kept saying, "I am so glad to be here with you, and I believe her. She sounded like a very sincere little adult at a party. She ate her supper happily- oven fried chicken that, per her instructions, tasted like chicken tenders, the broccoli, and cheesy noodles. And then it was time for the purple cow and then the bath. She let me wash her hair and then she got into her nightgown and she read "The Chicken of the Family" to me. She's about got the thing memorized. There were a few more books and then time for bed.
I will leave him to her in my will but until then, the old, old boy will live here. It does make me so happy, though, that she loves him the way I loved my own identical Zippy when I was a little girl. None of the boys have really shown a great deal of interest in him, some of them have even called him "scary". But Maggie gets the chimp love.
I am still laughing about this.
I really didn't know how to answer that.