discourse with elliot

On the way to school this morning:

Elliot: Hey mom, want to hear my story?

Me: Sure, sweetie.

Elliot: There was this cat and he was getting ready for poker night at his house...

Me: The cat has poker night at his house?

Elliot: Well, yeah

Me: Okay. Proceed

Elliot: Ok, so the cat is setting things up for poker night. He's invited his friend monkey to come play.

Me: Only monkey?

Elliot: Yeah, only monkey will come to this cat's poker night because he's not a very nice cat.

Me: Okay

Elliot: So he's getting the table ready and somehow manages to spill the punch all over the poker chips. He's really upset and just then, monkey jumps in the window, ready to play poker.

Me: Why did monkey come in the window instead of the front door?

Elliot: (In exasperated voice) Mom, he's a MONKEY!

Just then we drove up to his school, so he promises to finish the story for me tonight. Can't wait.

(This reminds me somewhat of another monkey conversation I had recently with son #1.)