"Monkeys make horrible spouses," I whispered to my daughter. "If I told you once, I told you a million times." "But, I looooooooooooooooooovvvvvvvvveeeeeeeee him!" She stamped her foot, grabbed for the stuffed animal, and ran toward the cash register. "Besides. Daddy was a monkey." "Exactly," I responded, opening up my wallet. "Let's see... cash or charge, honey? I promise it will be one or the other." http://ficlets.com/feed/story/80