After a visit last night that included her telling The ACN the following joke on the phone: "Snowflake, why is Tigger stinky? Because he sits next to Pooh." The Monkey was getting ready to go home.

She put on her giant school bag and we walked to the door. She spun around in circles a few times, looking for her shoes and pretending that the school bag was weighing her down.

She suddenly and inexplicably started talking in an old lady voice:

"Where are my shooooes, sonny? Oh... there they are. Ohhhh. Sore back. My spine doesn't work like it used to. Did you know, that in 1986... in 1986 I was in the World War II. It was a good time. Ohhh. One of these times I am going to break in two, there. (As I held the door open for her.) You're pretty tall for a young fella."

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