My Daughter is a Monkey

My family has some weird obsession with monkeys. It all started with my dad. He'd tease us by calling us monkeys when we were growing up, and we'd tease back calling him either a monkey or a gorilla. Trips to the zoo were always full of jokes about how dad adopted us from the monkeys there, how we were going so Michael could visit his biological family, etc. Also, for any special occasion, we can expect to receive at least one monkey card from someone in our family. It's great fun to see who can find the best one. Furthermore, on birthdays, someone in my family is guaranteed to sing the monkey version of "Happy Birthday." My brother has even received a monkey lamp as a gift. It's just some silliness that the Shea family indulges in.

Well, the other day, my daughter lived up to her name as a Shea. My dad was playing with her and asked if she was a tiger. "No, not a tiger. I a monkey!" Shea exclaimed. My dad almost rolled on the floor with laughter. It was a priceless Shea family moment.