Monkeys on the Make

“Daddy – do you have any candy?” Little One asks as we’re driving back from day care.

“No.”

“Daddy, do we still have M&Ms left?” Patch chirps in. We had split a small pack during last Saturday’s errands.

“No.”

“Hey Daddy, is there any tic-tacs up there?” We sometimes keep a little box in the dashboard holder.

“No.”

“Dads, what’s in your mouth?”

Now they have me.

“Gum.”

Both sets of little eyes light up. “Gum! What flavor!”

“Mushroom.”

“Ewww!”

A few seconds go by.

“Seriously, what flavor?”

“Spearmint.”

“Can we have some! Can we have some! Can we have some!”

Reluctantly, I hand out my last pieces of gum. “You guys,” I say, “are like a bunch of monkeys, always on the make for bananas.”

“Or in this case,” Little One notes, sagely and soberly, “humans on the make for candy.”