"Jade, could you please come upstairs?"
"I'm not Jade. I'm a baby monkey!"
"Jade Monkey, could you please come upstairs?"
"Not Jade Monkey. I'm a baby monkey!"
"Baby Monkey, could you please come upstairs?
"OK, Papa Monkey!"
It was "monkey" this and "monkey" that for nearly a month. The above conversation happened dozens of times every day. I was not allowed to address my child by her birth name, but I persisted. I was getting worried that she would want her name legally changed to "Baby Monkey". Then, I was worried that I would have to get my name legally changed to "Papa Monkey".
Fortunately, the "baby monkey" era has come to an end. There is no more monkeying around.
We have devolved.
Now, Jade is a baby bird. I am a papa bird. Fawn is a mama bird. Halia is a baby bird. When we sit down, we "perch". When we go to bed, we are getting into our "nests".
It's cute. But how much longer will it last?
And what's next?
I can't help but worry that we're headed in the wrong direction here...