Slap The Monkey

On Sunday Brandon came up to me and wanted to "talk for me". Yeah, we're still working on that. I put him on my lap and asked what he wanted. Wait, let me set the scene. I am with a neighbor, who had come over for our barbecue. Brandon says "Can I play, slap the monkey". Well, we all just about spit our drinks across the room. I was a little embarrassed. Jim asked him where he learned to play that and he said at the little boys house down the street. That saved face a little. Jim started to think and said that his mom lets him play on a web site with lots of games. Yesterday, Jim was on a quest to find the game. Brandon really wanted to play and Jim wanted to see if it really existed. It Does. When I got home Brandon was playing it. Not what you think. You move a hand to hit a monkey doll and it tells you how fast you were going. The funny part was the monkey looked just like a monkey Brandon had brought home from school during his last week. By the way, the website is addictivegames.com.