I think my grandchildren have nearly every electronic toy known to man. They light up and make cool noises; talk to them; reinforce names of animals and colors when the proper button is pushed; and help them sing (for the 898th time) “Let it go.”
And yet, when my grandchildren come to our house, their first stop isn’t the toy box – it’s our bedroom! They jump up on the bed and then jump on the bed! I sing “No more monkeys jumping on the bed!” They jump and laugh and squeal.
If I could raise the ceiling about five feet, they could sing the monkey song to me!
Five little monkeys jumping on the bed
One fell off and bumped his head
Mama called the doctor, And the doctor said
No more monkeys jumping on the bed
Four little monkeys jumping on the bed
One fell off and bumped his head
Mama called the doctor And the doctor said,
No more monkeys jumping on the bed
Three little monkeys jumping on the bed
One fell off and bumped his head
Mama called the doctor And the doctor said,
No more monkeys jumping on the bed
Two little monkeys jumping on the bed
One fell off and bumped his head
Mama called the doctor And the doctor said,
No more monkeys jumping on the bed
One little monkey jumping on the bed
One fell off and bumped his head
Mama called the doctor And the doctor said,
Put those monkeys right to bed!
My grandchildren are on to something!
Do you have a bed to jump on?
Blessings!
Pastor Mark
