islandhippy

Olive and I hit the zoo again this morning and when we returned home my two little monkeys, Olive and the squeaky one with no name, gave me a father's day present: a hotdog. This may seem an unusual gift but when daddy has been surviving on Chinese confinement food for two weeks, a crappy hotdog from Ikea tastes like manna from Heaven. Thank you Olive, thank you squeaky one.