That's Cajun for Cash Monkey. It may be what we have to start calling the boy if he keeps up his folksy tendencies — from the ever-improving harmonica playing to his relentless desire to remove this particular bottle of hot sauce from the fridge and roam free with it. (And it doesn't hurt that he can't decide between Crocs and going barefoot.)
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Cash Macaque
That's Cajun for Cash Monkey. It may be what we have to start calling the boy if he keeps up his folksy tendencies — from the ever-improving harmonica playing to his relentless desire to remove this particular bottle of hot sauce from the fridge and roam free with it. (And it doesn't hurt that he can't decide between Crocs and going barefoot.)
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