The Monkey and I are hanging out at home this morning, and Martha is on the tv making loads and loads of delicious looking berry pies and tarts.
The problem with this?
Monkey is moaning and crying for pie. Maybe it’s berries. Definitely he wants Martha’s desserts. He keeps pointing at the screen and then pointing at his belly. Plums won’t do. Grapes won’t do. Cheerios won’t do. He wants pie.
I tell him, “Monkey, we don’t have pie. We don’t have blueberries. We can try to get some when we go out this afternoon,” but he is unappeased.
Ohhhhh! Woe! Moooommmm! MMMMMMM! Ohhhhh! Oh woe.
P.S. Fig Newtons do appease. I guess the commercials are correct. It is fruit and cake.