Monthy Minion Moments

Wes, the hairy monkey, finally got an haircut.

He's been on fire lately. In the past two weeks he's gotten into a lot of trouble:

1) He flushed half my makeup down the toilet. Even John couldn't fix the problem. So a visit from the plumber who ground up my makeup with the "snake" and $165 bill later, our toilet works.
2) Wrote on John's Mac computer screen with pen.
3) John and I were both sitting in the living room when Wes slipped into the garage and came back covered in fertilizer.
4) He unrolled an entire brand new roll of wrapping paper during my 5 minute shower.
5) After his consistent roll of mischief I said, "John, I'm taking a shower. Watch him like a hawk." As soon as I stepped out of the shower I heard muffled noises of horrified exclaimations coming from downstairs from John. While Wes was sitting at his little kid table eating his lunch, he did some work in his pants and decided to reach down and grab some poop and wipe it all over his face like it was makeup. Maybe he was improvising since he had already flushed mine down the toilet and needed his blush for the day.

When he's not spraying perfume on himself or finding the only permanent marker in the house that we haven't hid, he's trying to break one of his brother's Lego ships or is hiding their Beyblades.

But he's still my baby for now and makes me smile a lot.

Hair on the tongue is never fun.