You may remember my almost-three-year-old Alex has a thing about fleeing from the safety of my side, not once, but two terrifying times.
Since we have a trip to Six Flags planned in a few weeks, I told Pete I'm not stepping foot out the door without something to keep him from helping himself to an escalator or a log ride.
So today I found this at Target:
He had the choice (as if that's going to help him love being on a leash) of a puppy or a monkey and he chose the monkey. I hate monkeys, ever since I was in high school and one of my friends let me watch a very graphic real-life movie. I will spare you the details but in the video there was a monkey who met a rather morose demise by way of hammer. Every time I see a monkey I think of that horrible scene and how that my friend's parents were losers because I had nightmares for a long time after that.
Anyway, he chose the monkey and now I get to have nightmares some more in order to keep him safe.
(tap, tap, tap....ewwwww!)