In light of the alternate title to my last post, here’s a heartening find:
http://www.physorg.com/news/2011-11-poop-throwing-chimps-intelligence.html
And for those not sure why I am talking about monkeys or fecal tossing, that is an excellent question. I believe it stemmed from around the time my dad died three years ago. If memory serves me, my sister sent me a card with a picture of a stressed chimp on the cover, and the inside line said something to the effect that I could throw poop if I wanted to.
Or maybe Kara received the card from someone else.
Hell, maybe I sent it to her.
I have no idea. But ever since then, when the excrement hits the air conditioning, as my friend Kurt Vonnegut used to say, I joke about throwing feces.
If you are offended, please know that I have never actually followed through on the threat.
Well as your mother I can tell you that you did have a fun morning one day playing with your dirty diaper. You made lovely designs on your crib slats and wall too!
I am quite certain you have me confused with your other daughter. In fact, that early experience is probably why Kara was drawn to the monkey card to begin with.