He was a squirrel monkey named Tony! That's Motch holding him, sitting with my grandpa and my aunt. Motch is making that scrunchy face because he was a WILD monkey and didn't like to cuddle or sit and he never behaved.

Take, for example, the remains of a geranium from last year. The twigs are fun to snatch and bring into the house, but when I'm being closely monitored, my plans are spoiled.
Now that my grandpa is gone, we are all helping to take care of grammy. She loves the Cubs and this is a picture of the last time she went to Wrigley Field (note: she carefully avoided being hit by a foul ball). More trips are planned this year! Since I'm not allowed in the park, maybe they can bring me back a souvenir. Maybe a collar that has Cubs written in tiny letters so PA won't notice?