I was minding my own business this morning, sitting on the floor watching TV, when out of nowhere, BLAM! Somebody hit me in the back of my head! I turned around so I could give whoever it was that did it the stink eye, when I noticed Monkey Man, sitting quietly on the floor behind me.
I sternly explained to him that what he did wasn’t nice, but he just stared at me, pretending like he didn’t smack me with his cup. “Tsk, tsk, somebody sure is lucky he's cute and cuddly”, I said to him, and went back to watching TV.
Then, I heard some shuffling behind me, and a tiny hand reached around my shoulder and grabbed my glasses savagely from my face!
I tried to get them back, but he was too fast and fought dirty: he put them in his mouth and covered them in drool. When I finally wrestled my glasses out of his hands to wipe them off, he went ahead and bit my foot! Of all the nerve! This fight was over, so I picked him up and put him in the opposite corner of his play area. Then I started to take another picture of him:
He didn’t want me documenting the fight. He didn’t want to lose out on the potential pay-per-view audience.