Carmela will be 2 years old in just a few days, and so she has been getting boxes in the mail every few days full of great presents. Today, she got a box from her Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa and her Aunt Lynda and Uncle Larry, and it was the first time she seemed to understand that she had "a present"; she actually made an excited face, with her mouth in an "O," and she was definitely excited to open the box.
In this box was a very exciting toy — it's a little battery-operated, motion-activated monkey that laughs and laughs and rolls around on the floor; when it stops, a wave of the hand in front of its face makes it start all over again. At first Carmela was intrigued, then completely tickled by this funny little laughing, rolling monkey. But then it got too close, and suddenly it wasn't funny anymore. What at first seemed like a silly, harmless monkey became hysterical and crazed, its goofy antics threatening and unpredictable; monkey was terrifying!
Soon enough, Monkey returned to his status as a safe, funny toy — so long as Carmela was on the couch and he was rolling around on the floor, and after she'd admonished him with a stern, "No feet!"
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