When your children go out into the world, you want to think that you've given them a firm foundation. You want to think that they will be guided by their upbringing, even when you are not there to remind them. Really, you wish that they could learn things from you, instead of the hard way, even though you know that they will choose the hard lessons.
It's the same with monkeys. Rita had the joy of a gal pal get together last weekend. While our other friends were indulging in chocolate and fellowship, she got into the hard cider and honey.
I hope this is a lesson she will only need to learn once in her life.
Maybe the rest of us could learn the lesson from her bad example?
(I'm almost afraid to think of what Fforde, Zippy, and Tallulah are getting into these days!)