Monkey See, Monkey Do Oh No!

I once had a monkey, named Indy, who lived in a cage by the glass. The glass was by the window by the porch. The porch was by the pool in the back. The backyard was by the pond in the neighborhood. The neighborhood was in the back by the Big Pool - the St. Marys River.

Day after day, I cared for Indy the monkey, I fed him, I changed him, I fed him, I changed him. If you have never had a monkey for a pet, it is much like all other pets, except for a few oh nos!

Oh no! He is out of his cage again!
Oh no! He has wet his diaper again!
Oh no! He is hanging on the crystal chandelier!
Oh no! He is biting my child's best friend on the hand!
Oh no! His diaper is soiled again!
Oh no! He has expensive collectibles in his hand and running to hide them again!
Oh no! He is in the candy dish, cramming his favorite chocolates into his mouth!
Oh no! He is wiping his chocolate hands on the beige sofa!
Oh no! His diaper is soiled again!
Oh no! He is dumping the bowl of dog kibbles again!
Oh no! He will forever be a perpetual two-year-old when he is 70!

Oh no! He is sweet, but he is waiting to move on to his next Oh no!