We were talking about natural parks in social studies class. For an assignment, I had them to create a nature park poster talking about how to protect a park that they imagined. One of my little boys is quite obsessed with monkeys, so his park was monkey-themed, of course.
He was showing his poster off to the class and sharing his great love of monkeys with us. Then,he proceeds to tell us that one of his strategies to protect his park was to put the monkeys in their pockets for protection.
All I could think of was the phrase, "monkey in my pocket." But I didn't break. I didn't laugh or giggle (though I will admit to a wicked smile).
Then, in a fit of imagination of pretending he was smuggling his beloved monkeys, he leans over and starts screaming at his belly (I hope), "Bad monkey! No biting!"
I had to walk outside.
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