Monkey Bars are for Monkeys

My nephew Spencer has been accused of being a little stinker, a rascal, a cutie, but he has never been accused of being a monkey. What, then was he doing on the monkey bars??? Clearly, clearly, clearly he should not have been messing around with play equipment named for the only species that should use it!
On the first day of kindergarten, Spencer fell from the monkey bars....and he broke his arm! Tragedy! I don't blame Spencer for attempting to tackle what only a monkey should. I blame the elementary school. Maybe, long ago, monkeys attended elementary school, and the monkey bars are a remnant and a reminder that they were once there. But, I attended elementary school long long ago, and I did not have any monkeys in my classes at Edgemont or Rock Canyon elementaries. And still, the monkey bars remain, to the detriment of Spencer.
There is a bright side to the story though. Spencer has been immortalized as that kid in kindergarten who broke his arm. In my second grade class, Brook fell off the monkey bars and broke her arm, and I still remember it. Also, Spencer has the coolest cast I have ever seen. It is black and has his name painted in bright yellow letters with with orange and red flames coming off of it. I think the kids in his class might want to break their arms just to get a cast as awesome as his.
Spency, you are now wise enough to watch out for the monkey bars, but beware the jungle gym...it is only for lions tigers and bears, not for little boys!