He picks it up, puts it down in front of the counter and steps up to either brush his teeth or wash his hands. He can reach the taps and knows which is the cold. When washing his hands I help him with the soap pimp and then watch as he runs his little hands together and then proceeds to rinse them off. All the while Monkey is laying on the counter beside the sink. When he is done and his hands are dried he picks monkey up, throws him over his right shoulder then bends down to pick up his stool. If Monkey slips at all he sets the stool down and adjusts monkey before continuing to pick up the stool and move it back outside the door. He looks like such a little man I can't help but giggle.
This afternoon he was taking some garbage to the kitchen waste basket and needed two hands so Monkey was once again over his right shoulder. He seemed to struggle a bit with the garbage container and it was then that he looked into the garbage and yelled "Monkey. You in the garbage Monkey!" He pulled Monkey out of the trash and said "You ok Monkey?" We were laughing so hard it was minutes before we thought to check Monkey to make sure he wasn't dirty.
Monkey is fine.
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