Look at the little Monkey point out the window.
Look at how the little Monkey appears interested with the world outside as we drive by.
Look at how the little Monkey appears content and look at how the little Monkey is not crying.
We don't know what made the difference or why she wasn't crying, but she wasn't.
Chris and I didn't even want to verbally address the issue, we just kept looking at each other in amazement.
The Monkey rode in the car and was content.
Could it have been the Baked Lay's potato chips that she never, ever gets as a snack?
Could it have been the ice cold water in her sippy cup?
Could it have been that she knew just how darn cute she looked with her ponytails?
The world may never know.
We're just going with it and we'll see what happens.
We don't want to talk about it, because we don't want to jinx it.
Just go with it.
