Monkey hunting. I was on the phone when I heard Billy go outside. A few minutes later, he came bursting through the door, soaking wet and splattered with mud.
Me: Billy, what happened to you??
Billy: I was just searching for a monkey.
Me: What?
Billy: I WAS JUST SEARCHING FOR A MONKEY! (apparently he thinks I couldn't hear him the first time)
Me: Where?
Billy: Right there (pointing) across the street.
Me: In the cornfield?
Billy: Yes. I was just searching for a monkey.
Me: (trying not to laugh) Did you find one?
Billy: No.
Me: Do monkeys live in cornfields?
Billy: No, they live in the jungle.
So, apparently the cornfields across the street look like a jungle, teaming with monkeys just waiting for Billy to find one and bring home for a pet. And, apparently, searching for monkeys is very, very dirty work. Maybe we should call Mike Rowe....
2 comments:
LMAO. That is too funny. Kids give us endless entertainment.
Oh, and I couldn't live across the street from a cornfield because of that movie "Children of the corn". That movie scared the bejesus out of me.
These are cool shots Trace!!
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