|Wee Man off to explore the world|
Its always interesting to see where these things go, so I asked her who cheeky monkey number 3 was.
The answer- "Mummy!" (Ah well, I guess I've been called worse!)
"And number 4?" I said, curious to see how far this would go...
"Daddy!" was the definite answer.
"And number 5?"
Rascal had to think about this, at first it was my brother, then it was a family friend, but finally she settled on one of the boys from preschool (Whom I have since discovered is consistently called a Monkey by one of the preschool teachers). We made it up to cheeky monkey number 11 or 12, but after 5 they are not consistently the same if we ask again.
These days if I call Rascal a "Rascally Rascal", I get a dead pan answer "No. I not a Rascal, Mummy! I Cheeky Monkey Number One!"
I think its fair to say that this has already passed into our family folklore. Rascal loves to tell us each which cheeky monkey we are and is very proud of her status as number 1.