The Monk with his first “Me Too!” Farmers Market popsicle
Somewhere inside the sweet heart of our little Monkey, a switch has been thrown. That switch has a label reading “ME TOO!!!!!!”.
I can tell you the very moment it happened. The four of us made a trip to the mall (what else are you going to do on a rainy afternoon?) looking for something at the Container Store when Yogi talked us into making a stop for what he calls “cow milk”. This is the vanilla Horizon milk (cow on the label) that you drink with a straw and he thinks it is the nectar of the Gods. Never imagining that our baby would have any interest in such a thing and not eager to introduce him to the world of vanilla milk at 14 months, we bought only one and proceeded to go about our business.
Yogi, being the 2 year old that he is, handed me the milk after taking maybe one sip and declaring that he was “all done.” That is when the afternoon began to unravel. The Monk (no joke) charged me, grabbing at the milk for all he was worth. Somehow the little dude managed to wrestle it out of my grip and RUN through the Container Store sipping and sloshing milk everywhere. After a decent chase I grabbed his milky little self and we left the store in search of napkins at the Panera next door. The Panera where we did not buy the cow milk and never made a single purchase. When we got to the napkins, I handed the boy to my wife and thinking that I could just easily get the milk and wipe him off, I went for it.
That was when the alarm sounded. The Monkey alarm. The boy SCREAMED like nothing you have ever heard. And not only did he scream, he hung on to that milk as though his very life depended on it. Do you know what happens when you grip a box of milk with all of your might? Milk sprays everywhere. It sprays all over you and your wife and your shocked onlooker toddler and the poor guy next to you who was just stirring sugar into his coffee. In a store in which you have purchased not one single thing.
It was a low moment. But also funny. It’s good when funny can accompany low. That doesn’t happen often.
So, life is different post-milk incident. The Monk is no longer fooled. If Yogi gets a popsicle, then dammit he wants one too! The Monk will.not accept a banana as some kind of pathetic stand in. No sir. Not anymore.