Spank the Monkey

So, I am in the kitchen making dinner and I hear the normal sounds coming from the living room, TV monologues, chatter between my two children and Charlie growling and yipping at one of his squeaky toys. These are the sounds that are music to my ears – mainly because there is no fighting or blood curdling screams. I was content until I hear Andrew say “Hey Maddie, wanna watch me spank the monkey?”

At this point my little sense of euphoria goes right out the window. I quickly step into the door way to see what is going on and to my relief Andrew is showing her something on the computer . . . at first I am relieved that he is not in fact “spanking” anything. Then the feeling of doom comes again – what in the world is on the computer because the kids are laughing really hard. Now my mommy sense tells me that if it were something sexual, they would not be laughing they would be asking me a million questions. So I stroll over and see a game on the screen. There is a huge monkey and the object of the game is to “slap” him so hard that he reaches a speed of 200MPH. That was it. I once again resumed my station in the kitchen and finished dinner. I wonder if they have a game called “choke the chicken”?