I'm not a big fan of housework, and channeling my inner domestic goddess is a feat beyond me at the moment. I have discovered, however, that monkey has taken a shine to the household arts. Finally, he's making himself useful.
So, I put him to work right after breakfast.
And then again after lunch.
And by bedtime, he had collapsed into the haven of Teddy's plush embrace. Elmo looks on, shocked at the numerous child labor violations he witnessed today. Who said men don't help enough around the house?