All good things come with lots of attitude

A’s mom slept in the spare bed in Monkey’s room while she was visiting. One morning, Monkey comes up to A and me and we have the following conversation:

Monkey: There’s a monster in my room.
me: Monkey, there’s no monsters.
Monkey: Yes there is. I heard it. It snores at night.

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I tried to convince Monkey to come with me to Fairway for some grocery shopping.

“No, I want to go to the park.”
“We need to buy some food, Monkey.”
“But, the park is calling my name, Mommy.”
“Is it now? What’s it saying?”
“It’s saying ‘Don’t go to Fairway! Don’t go to Fairway!’”