Liam’s aforementioned monkey has magnetic hands and feet, and he’s been having a blast discovering the wonders of magnetism. He sniffs out every bit of metal that no one knew was there for the purpose of hanging his monkey. No, that’s not a euphemism for anything.

This evening, while we were at Wal-Mart, he discovered that the monkey sticks to the car. I said, “Hey, wanna let him ride there all the way home?”

“Yeah!” was his reply, so I hated to break his heart by saying that “But he may not stick so good, and when we get home, he might be gone. And that would be sad, ’cause you’ve been having so much fun with him.”

That got him thinking. “Yeah, if he was gone, someone might say, ‘Hey, look, a monkey. Someone just left him here.’”