My daughter is a monkey.

And that's cool because before she was born, I'd mentioned to Renee that I wanted our kid to be a monkey.

Today in the church nursery, there were three adults and they were changing a boy's diaper. For some reason or another, no one was watching Renaissance terribly closely. When they turned around, she was sitting in a walker. So she'd climbed into the walker with no help, and when they tried to get her out (since she's obviously above the age where she needs one -- her legs were all bunched up underneath), she screamed and wouldn't let anyone get her out. So that's how we found
her when we arrived to pick her up.

Just thought that was a cool story and I didn't want to forget it.