Holy mergatroid! Nana bought mommy the biggest sock monkey *I* have ever seen. It’s bigger than me. Heck, I think that sock monkey could ride this little oinker’s back. Uh-oh. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. The next thing you know, mommy would be buying me a saddle to ride. Scratch all of that.
So nana bought the sock monkey to ride shotgun in mom’s Smart car. He is in the passenger seat of her car. Shame on him for not buckling his seatbelt – snorts.
And if it’s bad enough, she named him. You won’t believe this – Monkey Man. Rolls piggy eyes. Really mom? Monkey Man?
Mommy even introduced Monkey Man to our neighbor Big Daddy. Can you see the size of Monkey Man – he’s huge!? I wonder what they fed him in the store?
But Monkey Man had a long talk with Big Daddy about being a good boy and not getting into trouble with the other sock monkeys in the back of mom’s Smart car. You know that talk about setting an example. It should be interesting.
I don’t know about you, but that sock monkey just looks like Trouble with a capital T. I have a funny feeling that ya’ll will be hearing about him soon. I just have a butterfly in my pot belly. You think the same?
I just hope Monkey Man doesn’t turn into Chucky – squeal!