Accidental Blogger

Cross-posted from Fluff ‘n’ Stuff:
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"I’m naming this monkey Caramel, because of the color of his skin."

I
squinted at the brand new plush monkey M waved proudly at me. Her
ever-indulgent father had purchased it from her from a mall kiosk when
I had taken a brief trip to the restroom. S was performing in a concert
near the food court, part of the annual fund raising efforts for the
strings group that he belonged to.

"Very nice", I said."Are you
sure you want another stuffed animal toy?" Especially, considering that
M’s bed is getting a bit overcrowded with the likes of Cuddles the
bear, Fluffy bear, Beary, Raggedy Ann, Raggedy Kitty and Lemee the
lioness. Plus Maya bear, Shammy rabbit, Christmas Bear and Sugarheart
Gorilla, all jammed into the drawer under her bed. Not to mention other
animals named for food such as Mango the orange dog with the yellow
belly.
(Man on the airplane: "What’s your doggie’s name? Is it Rover?"
M: "No, it’s Mango, because she looks like one."
Man : "!!!" )

"I
want a monkey, I don’t have any monkeys," she wheedled with all the
pathos a little kid can muster, along with the certainty that this was
a battle already won.

I
kept glancing at the monkey intermittently through the afternoon, and
in the car, couldn’t keep the comment on the tip of my tongue to myself
any longer.
" You might call it Caramel, but I’m going to call it
Geedubya!". True enough, it bears an uncanny resemblance to no else
than the primate of the White House and here’s the proof! (Click on the photo for a closer look)

Impressed by my observation, M declared "His name  may be Caramel, but his nickname is going to be President George!"