I live with two monkeys. My monkeys like to jump and climb. Screech suddenly. Eat bananas.
One of the monkeys has decided to adopt the monkey see, monkey do saying as his life's motto. He watches my other monkey and has to do exactly everything that she does. Everything.
She bangs her spoon on the table. Before you can ask her to please stop, he bangs his spoon on the table.
She asks for a bowl of yogurt and berries. No point ever asking him if he wants some because he will just yell if you come out of the kitchen with just one bowl.
She hits me in frustration. He walks across the room and hits me. Twice.
She heads for the swings. He is right behind her trying to climb into the one beside to her.
She grabs a shirt from her cupboard. He grabs one too and tries persistently to put it on.
She stands up on her chair and before you can say please sit on your bum he has gotten up off his bum to stand on his chair.
She starts to jump off a step as we go down the stairs. Looking directly at the boy I say to her no jumping on the stairs please, it isn't safe. Then I rush to catch him as he jumps off the top step.
I love that he loves her. I love it. Really! I just wish that the mimicking would end. But I have a feeling it is only going to get worse.