Yep....why grandkids and grandparents take so well to each other....they have a common enemy: The parents. LOL.

Thats what I would have said...

My 18 month old grandson, Dominic, is like that, always stripping down to his barest minimum... and less.  A couple of days ago my daughter dressed him up real nice to go visit his other grandparents and strapped him into his car seat for the journey.  When they arrived my daughter discovered that he had somehow managed to take off all his clothes (nappy/diaper and all) while enroute.

Having never been able to unbuckle himself before, my daughter curiously asked him: "How did you manage this?" as she held up his clothes... and all she got was a "Hahahahaha." for her troubles.

It's still a mystery... Dominic has been asked to do it again (to see if he can unfasten his harness and somehow prevent it), but he sits there with a smug look on his face as if to say: "What, and tell you all my secrets!"

The only 'Monkey' related story I can think of, is my [soon to be] ex Husbands nickname.. 'Gorilla Boy'...   you may find yourself pondering this mystery.. but there's no need.. He's mean, ugly, primitive, and possibly suffers from a self-abuse [don't ask......] problem... there ya go.. my 'Monkey' story.

My 3-year-old got out of bed tonight to go to the bathroom. I was in my room working at the computer. He was on the pot.

Son: Daddy! I dropped a stinky out of my bottom!

Dad: Good job buddy!

Woulda thought you'd say, "Bananas?!"

Just wait 'til they discover sex and "How are babies made, Daddy?" Ahhh....the joys of explaining this to a kid....while your wife looks on and says innocently and oh, so sweetly (as my late wife did), "Yes Daddy, explain that to us." .

I remember glancing at my back as I passed the hall mirror searching for the knife handle coming out of my back. 

He gets it from his father...

Now see, here is another instance of your kid going above and beyond.  He's multi-tasking!  Give this kid an extra piece of cake...and a second napkin.

Trust me, we'll have plenty of stories for the brides of our first two. And probably for the brides of all three, if our youngest follows suit.

"Jacob!  Stop licking the floor!"

Well stop spillin the beer on it dad!  

At the mall, Tirill has to pee. I take her into the bathroom.

"Daddy why are the sinks so low in here" I explained that they were urinals and not for wshing ones hands.

Then spent 5 minutes convincing her that it wasn't possible for her to pee there!

"Stop saying 'Smell my butt'. I know you have a poopie."

"No, Daddy does not have a poopie. He has gas."

"No. No. Daddy's don't have boobies. They aren't boobies. Who taught you that word? Yes, That's my bellybutton. No, they are NOT boobies."

"Stop asking everyone to smell your butt!"

"No. No, Daddy doesn't want to smell the dollys butt."

"My feet don't stinky. How can you tell from over...Hey! We don't put the socks over our noses. Give me my sock. It's dirty. Give it...Journey...Get out of the hamper...yes, those are daddys undewrwear, but put them down...No, I don't want to smell them. I don't want to smell your butt. No. Now get out of the...Did you poopie? C'mere...c'mere...let me smell your butt."