There’s A Monkey in My Cleavage

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Yes, I will explain.

You see the big monkey was playing with his Barrel of Monkeys game. It seemed like such an innocent game, blue plastic monkeys hanging out in a matching barrel just waiting to hold hands and swing through the air. But the game soon turned rowdy, monkeys were flying everywhere.

My littlest monkey tried to escape by climbing up onto my shoulders. High above the monkey riot he was safe. Safe enough to entertain me with countless rounds of “Toes mama!” Followed by much toe wiggling and giggling. Luckily, I’m a sucker for fat toddler feet. Stink and all.

However, we couldn’t hide in the kitchen forever. Mostly because that child is heavy! My shoulders are still aching from him being up there. Mama had to put him down. As I passed back through, trying to escape the howling monkeys, one daring blue soul leap from the table towards the only safety he could find. My cleavage. Now I happen to think the little thing was actually thrown at me, but my big monkey has assured me that the plastic toy did in fact leap towards my shirt completely on his own.

If any of you have a Barrel of Monkeys in your home, beware. The little buggers have a fondness for breasts and great leaping ability.