This morning at church, Connor needed to use the restroom before the service started. I swiftly dragged him into the women’s restroom with me and, since there were two of us and no one needed it, we took the larger handicap stall. After he was done, I was buckling his belt and he grabbed the handicap bar attached to the wall.

“Hey Mom,” he said in his deep raspy little voice.

“Yeah, buddy?”

“Know what this is called? It’s called a monkey bar,” he said, over enunciating the words.

I tried not to laugh as I corrected him. He’s the monkey.

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