My good friend Rebecca recalled a story from her childhood of finding "monkey" in a bag at Wendy's. This story dovetailed well (or at least like a Peregrine Falcon soaring talons first into a dove) with a story from my childhood of my family walking out of a Wendy's and leaving an ape in a bag for a moment. Follow the link and enjoy.
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Saturday, June 22, 2013
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Monkey Diapers
When diapering a monkey, the most important thing is to cut a hole for the tail. Clean the dirty monkey butt, feed the tail through the new diaper hole and slide the diaper up the tail to the monkey's bottom. The rest is just like diapering a baby. And I would know. I diapered a baby once (and two monkeys and one ape for that matter.)
Anyone that knows me knows that my parents ran the Florida Monkey Sanctuary from 1968-1988 in Venice, Florida where this diapering lesson came in handy. One of the most often asked questions then was "where do you get monkey diapers"? You don't. You make them using preemie diapers. And for apes who have no tails, plain old diapers work fine.
I had dinner tonight with my friend Frank and his wife Paula and had the chance to meet their kids Jack and Josie for the first time. Explaining the above diapering lesson to a 4 and 5 year old was a silly experience. (Diaper apparently is a hysterical word). I'm always amazed that kids believe the monkey stories. Sometimes I have a hard time. But with kids, anything is possible and if I could lift these kids up by their ears (um...one of them might have a loose ear now, sorry), surely having hundreds of monkeys, some diapered, could be possible. I'll post the pictures to prove that diapered monkeys were part of my childhood upbringing. They even watched cartoons.
This monkey is wearing a diaper - I promise. So is my sister Tara who is pushing the monkey.
I know this one is diapered - no one would let a monkey in a doll house without a diaper.
um....ok no diaper. Hundreds of monkey pictures and I can't seem to find one of a clearly diaperde monkey.
I give up. So here's a picture of me in a diaper.
Anyone that knows me knows that my parents ran the Florida Monkey Sanctuary from 1968-1988 in Venice, Florida where this diapering lesson came in handy. One of the most often asked questions then was "where do you get monkey diapers"? You don't. You make them using preemie diapers. And for apes who have no tails, plain old diapers work fine.
I had dinner tonight with my friend Frank and his wife Paula and had the chance to meet their kids Jack and Josie for the first time. Explaining the above diapering lesson to a 4 and 5 year old was a silly experience. (Diaper apparently is a hysterical word). I'm always amazed that kids believe the monkey stories. Sometimes I have a hard time. But with kids, anything is possible and if I could lift these kids up by their ears (um...one of them might have a loose ear now, sorry), surely having hundreds of monkeys, some diapered, could be possible. I'll post the pictures to prove that diapered monkeys were part of my childhood upbringing. They even watched cartoons.
This monkey is wearing a diaper - I promise. So is my sister Tara who is pushing the monkey.
I know this one is diapered - no one would let a monkey in a doll house without a diaper.
um....ok no diaper. Hundreds of monkey pictures and I can't seem to find one of a clearly diaperde monkey.
I give up. So here's a picture of me in a diaper.
I found one!
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