All hail the tree monkey
The other day on the way home from school, Henry was animatedly telling me…well, something. The fact is that I’m a little deaf and with all the cars and traffic on the walk home, plus the fact that Henry’s head is three feet lower than mine, I can’t really hear a word he’s saying. And if I make the effort to really hear him, I end up bending over and Zuzu is falling out of the sling and somehow I’m just kind of waving my butt at all the traffic and still not hearing him. Anyway, so he was talking on and on, and I was honestly just pretending to listen, and then we got home, and he announced, “So, that’s what I’m going to do!” and I had no idea what it was going to be, but nodded heartily and said, “Great!” I could have been agreeing to his plan to dump out five pounds of sugar for all I knew (though I think he got that out of his system at three-and-a-half) (ohhhhhh, three-and-a-half, you still give me night terrors, you do).
But he ran inside and grabbed his crayons and drew a monkey. Then he spent a great deal of time cutting the monkey out. Then he punched a hole in the top of the monkey, cut a rubber band, and threaded that through the hole. Then he handed it to me and said, “Ok, I’m ready for you to get on the ladder and put this in the tree!” I managed to talk him out of the ladder part, but I dutifully tied the monkey to the tree. Henry is a kid with his own agenda. I have no idea what that agenda is, however. I’m glad to have a kid who’s thinking for himself, at least.