One morning after traveling all night from skiing, my husband and I lay in bed while the boys watched Curious George. Curious George was a spy that day and was very busy with his espionage. Son #1 and Son #2 were glued to the TV watching with anticipation the monkey's every move.
The episode ended and I shouted from my room. "O.k. guys! Turn the TV off."
Son #1 grumbled. "Ahh Mom!" However, he obediently complied with my request.
Son #2 toddled away from the TV to his toys. Son #1 scoured our Tupperware cabinet for a lid. While Son #2 busied himself with some cars, Son #1 peeked around the door to the bedroom and shyly smiled. "Mom, can you put this by Dad?"
He handed me the lid to our juice pitcher. I shrugged and placed it by my husband's arm on the bed. Then, I sat crossed-legged on the bed and watched our eldest son trot off into the living room. My husband called out. "Hey Son! Why do I have this lid?"
Son #1 reappeared at the door with an empty toilet paper roll and said. "I'm Double 0 Monkey."
As soon as Son #1 disappeared to the other room, my husband and I melted into silent laughter.
"Double 0 Monkey?" My husband mouthed.
"Yeah." I replied.
"Curious George was pretending to be a spy." I explained.
"Ohhh!" My husband whispered.
We doubled over into fits of giggles again. Double 0 Monkey was completely oblivious to our laughter. However, he did a great job of spying from his post in the living room.