I appreciate that Ken sent me flowers (remember how I said these were the toughest times at work?). I also appreciate that the florist decided to make pussy-hat ears on the packaging.
My son, then about 4 years old, was being his wild self right at bedtime. I said, "no more monkey business!" in my best stern-mom voice, and he looked me gleefully in the eye and declared, "infinity more monkeys!"
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