Monday, July 17, 2006
If my son were a stuffed animal, it would be Bongo. Relaxed, cheerful, full of energy. Today Bongo is fishing in the lilac tree. It's not a bush, but an out and out climbing tree, a swing from the branches kind of tree. The similarities are amazing. Hard to tell, but Bongo has a cheeky grin and espresso bean colored eyes. Koleman(son) is sure that Bongo is related some how. The monkey goes everywhere with him. Earlier today he was sliding down the aisle of the grocery store, like a giant bowling alley. I can only take so much, so into the purse the monkey went. It was a sad 10 minutes before we got back to the car. Life as a monkey at our house is good. So is life as the son.