In Training

Joey has a monkey shirt.

 

Isaiah has a monkey shirt.

 

 Whenever Joey wears his monkey shirt,

he storms into my room first thing in the morning and says,

 

 "Isaiah and I be monkeys together."

 

Then he immediately fishes in Isaiah's clothes for the right shirt.

 

 When he finds it

 

he hands it to me and insists I immediately put it on,

 

even though I generally only have one eye open 

and am still trying to pretend to sleep.

 

Even though the baby is asleep and I'm not changing his clothes.

 

 That's what I think of whenever I see this shirt.

 

Isaiah has since outgrown the shirt,

 

but occasionally  when Joey where's his monkey shirt,

 

 he'll still storm into my room at 6:55AM

 

 and say, "Isaiah and I be monkeys together."

 

 Then I explain that for now, there's only one monkey in our house.  His name is Joey, but this monkey-in-training isn't far behind him.