Good Morning

The past two or three nights Carter has climbed into bed with me/us (now that Peter is home from his seminar). The first night, it was about five in the morning that he crawled in bed with me. I woke up a little later to hear him giggling away in his sleep.

The most random part of this new routine is what he says when he wakes up. The first morning it was, "the monkey is in your bed and he wants a banana." An hour later he said the monkey still wants a banana. So I handed over a banana for the monkey's breakfast. Then this morning when he woke up he said, "Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin".

I'm starting to think his goal in life is to be a comedian.

UPDATE: He's at it again. He woke up this morning and said "I'm the man. Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mmmmmm-hmmmmm!"