For some unknown reason Jon and I have always referred to the kids as
monkeys. How are the Monkeys? Where are the Monkeys? What did the Monkeys do
in school today? That kind of thing. Well one evening at dinner, I guess
they were about 4 and 5 at the time, they asked why we called them Monkey
Boys. Without any hesitation Jon says, because you were born with tails.
WHAT? We didn't have tails! Sure you did, waving his fork at me, ask your
Mother. MOM, did we have tails?! You know how in the cartoons you can have
an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other whispering to you? I am
ashamed to admit my devil won out. Yep you sure did, in fact we are still
making payments on the operations to have them removed. NO WAY! YOUR
FIBBING! Jon is desperately trying not to choke on his food while smothering
his laughter. I am not fibbing, here I will prove it. Stand up. Now run your
hand down your back all the way to your bottom.feel that nub? This would be
their tail bone of course. I thought their eyes were going to pop right out
of their little heads. They just couldn't decide if I was having them on or
not. It becomes a running joke. One set of Grandparents say, Of course you
didn't. The other set says, Strangest dang thing I ever say. Poor kids
didn't know who to believe.

The boys get older and pretty soon Jamie comes along. First day home and
they are dying to see me change her diaper so they can check for a tail!
Where is it? Oh, I'm sorry guys, it is a hereditary thing. Only the boys in
the family are born with tails.

Older still, now Johnny has his own computer and is allowed limited internet
access. What does he do? He does a search for "People with Tails". He runs
screaming in to his brother.IT's TRUE!

Over the years Jon and I have had many laughs over this. We still call them
Monkeys. And they still don't know if we are joking or not. I just giggle
and say, Guess you will find out when you have kids of your own :-)