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Doodle: “What’s that?”

Me: “What do you think it is?”

Doodle: “A monkey!  Riding a bike!  On the moon!  Why?”

Me:  “… well, it’s an ape… aaand, gee, I don’t know why.”

Doodle:  (very disturbed) “But, that little monkey should be riding his bike on the sidewalk!  Not on the street, and not on the moon.”

Me:  “Um…”

Doodle: (getting hysterical) “And where are the little monkey’s mom and dad?  That little monkey shouldn’t be riding his bike without his mom or dad!”

Huh.  I didn’t mean for this to be such a disturbing image!  I guess it is kind of lonely, though.  And I’m creeped out by chimpanzees in general these days (if you don’t know why, I’ll spare you).  It’s a chimp, though, because of the whole um, chimp in space thing… did that really happen?  Oh!  It did!  Ha!  That’s kind of sad, though.  Maybe I didn’t really think this one through…  Anyway, I don’t know why Doodle assumed it was a “little monkey,” especially since the chimp is way too big for that bike.

But I’m way off track – I’m supposed to be talking about the Tri-State Trek in support of ALS research!  This print will be in my shop soon and any proceeds made from the sale of it will go towards this year’s Trek.  All of the proceeds from last year’s print still go to the Trek, too.  My husband is making the 270 mile ride from Boston to NYC again this year!


The best thing about having a toddler around Hallowe’en is that you get to eat all of his or her candy.  The worst thing is that, to get all that candy, you have to convince the toddler to wear weird stuff, sometimes on his or her head.  This bear is wearing the alien hat that my mom and I made Doodle for last Hallowe’en.  The thing has never been on Doodle’s head.  He absolutely refuses.  So, now my bear Bob (inherited by Doodle) wears it most of the time.

The rest of the story here is that Doodle regularly asks to hear stories about going up into space in a rocket with various toys of his.  He sleeps with a goat named MaaMaa who gets to go in the rocket most nights.  I always get all excited, thinking he wants me (um, Mama) to go with him.  Then he corrects me like I’m some kind of fool.  Humph.