My Little Monkey

Oh my word, my son. He was hanging on the glass separating us from the booth next to us at dinner. I told him to get down and stop hanging on the glass. Then I asked him to repeat what I said. He said “Stop being a monkey.”

I don’t know what I’m going to do with this kid.

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