"Two little monkeys jumping on the bed. Both fell off and bumped their heads! Mommy called the doctor and the doctor said, 'No more monkeys jumpin' on the bed!'"
I used to love this little rhyme when my mom would sing it to me. Back then I laughed at the little monkeys. Now I laugh because we are the little monkeys.
Last night Parker and I hit the lights and climbed into bed. I'm not sure what the deal was, but our room was pitch black...like can't-see-your-hand-in-front-of-your-face black. We usually just kneel on the bed to say prayers because our bed is so tall. Not sure if that's some kind of prayer faux-paux. If so we learned our lesson...anyway, we hop up onto our knees when all of a sudden—BANG...knocked the daylights out of each other. My noggin' nailed Parker right in the temple and his big ol' head beamed me right between the eyes. Apparently we hit so hard Parker saw stars (I think that's just the effect I have on him though J) and it took me a good five minutes to stop laughing long enough to even think of attempting to pray.
I'm not sure why I found it so darn funny...it just cracked me up. And my laughing started Parker laughing and before I knew it it was this snowball effect giggle fest right beneath our landlords' bedroom. Somedays I wonder if we'll ever grow up...then I realize, we wouldn't have half as much fun if we did!
I love my husband. He makes me laugh—all the time—and life is just so much happier with him around. He's the best head-bopping monkey a girl could ask for. J
Maybe someday we'll opt for prayer helmets... 'til that time, it's all monkey business here at the DeMilles.