The 5yos asked me on the way home today if we could rename our house “Monkey Boys Restaurant.” I said that was a clever idea, but it’s a house – not a restaurant.

“Plleeease?” they asked in unison. I shook my head no again.

Ri: “But you fix good food!”

Me: “Thank you, but we can’t just turn our house into a restaurant.”

Ry (with a resigned expression and sudden realization on his face): “Oh, yeah – we wouldn’t have enough chairs for everyone to sit.”

Ri: “AND they might make a mess on the carpet.”

Ry: “And if they eat pistachio nuts, they might leave the shells on the floor.”

LOL – as if the only reasons why we couldn’t convert our home into a restaurant are simply matters of seating arrangements and cleaning up messes! Never a dull moment with those two!  :p