King of the House.

Normally, Fridays are a little rough. Monkey doesn’t sleep as well during the week and by Friday he is just d.o.n.e. with school. By Fridays, I feel the same. This morning, however, he was just full of it ((Me, not so much.)).

When the time came to put his socks and boots on, he and Duhdee sat on the couch. Duhdee handed him his socks then turned to put his own shoes on. Monkey ignored the socks and started to put his boots on his bare feet. Duhdee interrupted and told him to put his socks on…

“Monkey, can you put your socks on? ((Duhdee never learns! We do not ask him if he *can* do something, he will always say NO!))”

“No! Boots on!” As he struggles to get the boot over his foot.

“Monkey, you need socks. Put your socks on silly!”

“No. No.” Then Monkey picked up a sock and tossed it at Duhdee!

“Put your socks on!”

“No. No.” And this time Monkey adds a little head shake (and a mischievous grin) to the mix.

“What are you doing?? Put your socks on!” and Duhdee handed back the socks that Monkey had tossed in his lap again.

“No. No.” Now add giggles to the whole mix from above.

Then Monkey lifts his feet up and puts them into Duhdee’s lap so Duhdee can put the socks on for him.

“Excuse me, who do you think you are? King of the house?”

Monkey’s whole face lit up and he chirped “Yes!”

Duhdee put on one of the socks for Monkey and made him do the other. See, I’m not the ONLY sucker in this house.