Monkey Business

One of my pet peeves is that I hate it when people refer to kids as monkeys (lovingly or not). I just didn't get the correlation. Until now! 

Picture this scenario: I'm in the kitchen fixing dinner - a 7 minute event. The girls are in the dining nook beside me playing. It's a little quiet but I give it no heed. I come out of the kitchen with the food and almost passed out from shock. My two little angels - Sugar and Spice I call them - are sitting on their high chairs looking at me. No I'm not talking about the tiny booster chairs. I mean the full size high chair. I can't even fathom how not one kid, but two managed to climb and get themselves seated. I am also in a state of panic as obviously the high chairs are not safe anymore if the girls can climb on anytime. I'll bet a silver dollar they don't know how to get down safely. Is this where I buy a little dining set? Or revert to using our Fisher Price booster chairs?
Don't they just look guilty?!

AND, I still don't like it but I totally get it - this kiddie monkey business. 

PS: The highchair cover was in the wash after some minor vomiting episodes from breakfast.

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