From the mouth of the Little Man #1

Walking to the park yesterday, we saw a chip monk running through the trees. I said to the Little Man, “See that, buddy? That’s a chip monk.”

“Chick monk,” he said. “Whas he doo’in?”

“He’s out getting dinner for his family,” I said. “Chip monks eat nuts.”

“Oh man.”

“Do you like nuts?” I asked him.

“I like donuts,” he said.

One comment

  1. We’ve had a chipmunk living under our deck for years. Last weekend, I learned that M. thought they were called “chick monks.””


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