On the care and feeding of Devils, Part II

So last night I was sitting on the couch nursing Boo and perusing the latest issue of Newsweek. Devil took a break from zooming around the room singing about Old MacDonald's farm (E I E I OOOOOOO) to scramble up next to me.

D: Who dat Mama? (pointing to picture in magazine)

P: (chuckle) That's Homer Simpson.

D: (long pause) Dat's a monkey!

P: No sweetie, that's Homer Simpson. He's a TV character.

D: No Mama, dat's a monkey!

She may be on to something.