Before reading the book for the gazillionth time, Mary and I looked at the cover.
“What’s his name?” I asked, pointing to the little boy.
“Ah…I dunno,” she confessed.
“His name is Tom. And what is the monkey’s name?” I pointed to the stuffed friend.
“Ooo…eee…eee…ah…ooo,” she replied, almost with a straight face.
I didn’t realize my 2 year old spoke Monkey.
If she speaks monkey you may have a future Jane Goodall on your hands.