Dear Andrew,
Do you know how I know it’s time for another baby? I start thinking about buying a pet monkey that wears diapers and plays with human toys.
It’s monkey time.
Love,
Britt
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Dear Andrew,
Do you know how I know it’s time for another baby? I start thinking about buying a pet monkey that wears diapers and plays with human toys.
It’s monkey time.
Love,
Britt
“It’s monkey time,” is classic.
Oh my God, these emails are so funny. You are a luck man to have such a quirky wife. Even if you don’t always thinks so.
I think the trick here is an undercurrent of blatant honesty. I mean, we all read that and GOT it, even though it doesn’t make sense, right? Maybe craving monkey time is a primitive way of getting us to breed, because a cave woman thinks that she’s innocently dreaming of stealing and domesticating a monkey, and not anything crazy like a new baby, and then, whoops, before you know it, she and that caveman are steaming up the cave with reckless abandon. MONKEY TIME!