Cute little monkey, Swayambunath Stupa

I probably wasn't three years old yet. My older brother Jeff was at school, my younger brother Scott was four years away from even being considered, and I'm not sure where my mom was, but she wasn't home.

My dad had taken the day off from work, which never happened. His entire life, I think I saw him call out sick once. Any other days off were his planned vacations, so I'm not sure why he had taken this particular day off.

Anyhow, my dad brought me to the zoo that day, and I remember sitting there in the passenger seat (because in those days, only infants sat in carseats, and only when they felt like it). I was so small I could barely even see out my window. For some reason, I started making really stupid ugly faces, and my dad said "Don't do that... your face will get stuck like that."

I believed this for many many years and to tell you the truth, I'm still hesitant to make any drastic facial expressions.

Then at the zoo, I saw a newborn monkey.