Little Man loves the song "No more monkeys jumping on the bed". I have to sing it almost as much as I sing Happy Birthday (which, since his second birthday IN NOVEMBER, has been EVERY DAY. No lie.)
So when we are on the bed together, whether I am dressing him or getting ready to sleep, he turns to me and says "No monkeys jumping on the bed?"
And I always say "No, baby, no monkeys jumping on the bed."
And this answer satisfies him without the song, sometimes.
The other day, Little Man and I were playing cars on the bed (because Mommy had a headache and was really laying down, but he considered it playing) when Daddy came home from work. Daddy saw us on the bed, took his coat and shoes off and proceeded to jump on the bed to join us. Our son looks at him, and raising his little fist says "Daddy, NO MONKEYS JUMPING ON THE BED!"
Yes, Daddy, you big monkey...
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Liv is seven and we still sing "Monkeys Jumping on the Bed." Except now when she jumps, I worry that my bed may collapse. Every time, I think that maybe I ought to discourage her from jumping, but every time, I think to myself that soon she will be too grown up to do this, so I hush.
My daughter LOVES that book! And she's not satisfied unless I act out the whole story, shaking my finger and all...I'm always happy to get to the end: "Thank Goodness! said that Mama! Now I can go to bed!"
My sentiments exactly :-)
oh now that is really cute!!
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