And folks wonder why we call 'em monkeys

My husband started it years ago-- calling our children monkeys. We even called the Princess that, until one neighbor was horrified surprised that we referred to our precious single girl as a monkey. They gave her the name Princess. They did it, and it's stuck ever since. This past Christmas we signed our cards that we sent out: ~R, Amy, five monkeys and a princess. Some thought it was cute, some thought it was funny, some thought it was goofy, who knows what everyone really thought... But I'm here to tell you now people, there's a reason--- and I'm about to show you, however embarrassing it is to us as their parents. Brace yourselves.
First, we have the Princess...

Notice: She's on a pony, long hair gently flowing in the breeze. See the shirt? It even has princesses on it. **Laaaaalaaaaa..... **

Now, in stark contrast, Monkey Two. Not only climbing in bare feet, but scratching his head! This is no set up folks-- I actually captured the kid just doin' his thang.



Then, as I peer from around my camera to see what the rest are up too, I see this: GROOMING!

I say, "Hey Four, whatcha doin'??" He replies, "I've got some major peely-feet around my toe knuckles!!" (see From Left Field-ish) Then, to my astonishment and slight embarrassment, I hear Two shout, "Peely-feet?!!? You have peely feet?? Where?" Then, (and I can't believe I'm sharing it here...) this happens:

Unbelievable! And to further my point-- my monkeys hang:

Climb:

And some have poor table manners:
Don't say I didn't warn you.