Double Monkey Trouble

The other day I was standing in line at the post office, like ya do. This frazzled mother was at the window, trying to mail some items and simultaneously watch her twin three year olds. They were wearing these adorable monkey backpacks where the tail of the monkey is a leash for her to hold on to! However, she had given up on that and they were running around like mad men. One was a drummer, just using some pens to drum on anything and everything (like his brother) and the other was the hyper one, running all over the place. As he passed by, an old man in front of me calls out:

OM: Kevin! (as though trying to get his attention - I thought perhaps he was the boys' grandfather, trying to tell him to quit misbehaving)
*no response from the boy, who keeps running by*
OM: (shrugs) I don't know, he looked like a Kevin! (in a New York accent)
*the little boy makes another lap*
OM: Joe!
*still no reponse from the boy*
*he runs by a third time*
OM: Pointdexter! (thinks) No, that would be unlikely.


LESSON OF THE DAY: Latin American children are rarely named Pointdexter.