Curious Monkey

Tia and I went to Kinko’s the other day to print my baby shower invitations (which are so precious by the way!) and while we were there, all I did was answer questions for Monks. He inquired about everything in that place. I am not exaggerating. This is how some of our time there sounded:

Monks: What’s that?

Me: pencils

Monks: What’s that?

Me: Highlighters

Monks: Oh. What’s that?

Me: pens

Monks: What’s that?

Me: The same pencils

Monks: What’s that?

Me: A copier

Monks: What’s that?

Me: paper

Monks: Oh. Who’s at?

Me: a man helping us with invitations

Monks: Where go?

Me: He is printing them in the back

Monks: What’s that?

Me: a shredder

Monks: What’s that?

Me: a man making copies

Monks: uh-oh! What’s that? (the door would chime when opened)

Me: The door, someone walked out.

Monks: Where go?

Me: He is finished so went home

Monks: A baby! Who’s at?

Me: The baby’s mom and dad

Monks: Baby! Momma, baby.

Me: I see her monkey.

Monks: (gasping) what’s that?

Me: the door again, they left.

Monks: Where go?

Me: They went home I guess since they are finished.

We were there about 35 minutes too. Lol. All you heard was his sweet voice and mine in conversation above the buzz of the machines. It was very sweet. He is so smart!