I brought home my minneapolitan rainbow monkeys (bought at the Minneapolis-St Paul Airport in 2012) because they needed to be washed. So they took a spin in my washing machine with a load of laundry.
The children, especially my Copernicus반, are quite fond of these monkeys with their magnets (which stick to the whiteboards) and stupid smiles and the stories I tell of how their job is to be eaten by the alligator-du-jour (currently named David). The monkeys’ names are therefore Breakfast and Dinner. There is also a small, white, stuffed mouse named Lunch. I think the two monkeys are enjoying their vacation away from the alligator, however, and like hanging out on my laundry-drying rack.
[daily log: walking, 6 km]