Dead Monkeys, Part 2

This is an update on the post: Digging Up Dead Monkeys
Do yourself a favor and read that one first if you have not read it yet. It will all make much more sense this way. Otherwise, read on.

Update: 8/26/07

Yeah, so a few days ago I am doing some household chores when, totally out of the blue (and weeks later), Harris walks up to me and says,

"Dad, it's a really good thing that you didn't dig up your dead monkeys for Dylan."

I stood dumbfounded for a moment and then managed to mumble something that sounded vaguely reassuring. Although, I am not sure that is what Harris wanted as he walked away almost as quickly as he arrived. It was as if he was reassuring me that I made a wise parental decision by not digging up some monkeys that have been buried in the ground for 20 plus years.

Still it totally caught me off guard. I had forgotten all about that little episode. Clearly, Harris had not. Somewhere in between watching the latest episode of Sponge Bob Square Pants and hounding me for a snack, it all came rushing back to him. So much so, that he felt he had to remind me that not letting small children play with the bones of dead monkeys is a good thing.

It makes me wonder just how the brain of a small child works. On the other hand, it also makes me a little worried that perhaps Harris is questioning my parental abilities altogether. I have a sneaky suspicion that this will not be our last conversation about this topic. I am also willing to bet, somewhere down the long road, a therapist will be hearing about how I was going to dig up dead animals for my kids to play with. Yikes!