re: #149 sattv4u2

Used to call my son “my little monkey”. I would bend at the waist, hang my right arm straight down, and he would wrap is arms and legs around it and I would swing him back and forth with him yelling ‘Monkey on a tree”

One night, we were in a liquor store and I had him on my shoulders. there was a display for some drink and it was a big cut out of a monkey. I told my son “look ,, that monkey has a tail just like you”. in his biggest voice he yelled out ’ I don’t have a tail ,, I have a penis!”

well the penis tax does not start till 2011…