Monkeys like to scratch.
Arwen and Savannah and I were in Arwen’s room cleaning up and visiting. Arwen had her back to Savannah a couple of feet away, so when Arwen began to give a good, hearty scratch on her rear-end, Savannah feigned an uppity disgust for Arwen’s bad manners.
Of course, Arwen had a good laugh and scratched more enthusiastically. I asked Arwen, “Are you a monkey?”
“Yeah, I’m a monkey.” She likes to use my Southern accent to be funny. Keep close to your roots, I say.
“Hey!” Arwen said, “I was born in the year of the monkey!” More laughter, more scratching.
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