A Monkey and The Grinch (two separate tales)

This first story will only work if you can assume a French accent, so we’re going to practice that first.


Say: “oh”

Not, not like that. Say the word “boat” – that kind of “oh.”

Now – pronounce it up through your nose: “oh”

Well, if that’s the best you can do….


I went last night to buy new Christmas pajamas for G. A very important tradition for maximizing Christmas morning photo ops.

There were 1000s of options to choose from! 

Unfortunately, none of the options were Christmas pjs.

G & I searched and searched. Finally I spotted a green pair. I pulled it out for a closer look. But NO, they had ruined the potential Christmas-y-ness by sticking monkeys on them. I put them back and kept moving.

Very deliberately, G stopped me. In his most thoughtful voice he said (remember to imagine your French accent here): “Mama.  I like moh-nkey.”

The second story...

While we waited in line at Kohls,

and waited in line,

and waited in line,

G demanded answers from the man in front of us.  What was in his bag?  Were those books?  Which books? 

Finally we got to the register. 

As we checked out, G's new friend came over a gave him a book!  He'd added How The Grinch Stole Christmas to his own purchases for G "since he likes to read" with a "Merry Christmas!" 

Made our night - and our cashier's too.

Who would've thought that a Christmas trip to Kohls could result in some fun memories?