Kids are amazingly resilient. A few months ago we had so much drama with our youngest one apparently having seizures and spending a few days in the hospital. Everything is back to normal now thankfully. But a few days ago we discovered the Seizure Monkey.
A stuffed monkey was part of the camp care package the kids got last summer. But we didn’t know that the monkey lets out a loud, freakish shriek when squeezed. It doesn’t sound like a normal monkey at all. So our imaginative offspring, unbeknown to us, have dubbed them Seizure Monkeys. It’s all very amusing to them, but it makes me laugh and shudder all at the same time when I remember what we’ve gone through. Oh well, life goes on, so I’m thankful for that!