Disclaimer: I don't won Monk.
Is Mr. Monk crazy? How could he possibly adopt Tommy? Little kids are a lot of work. It's not realistic. It would take a lot to convince me he's capable. He's about to find out that he's not. I LOVE Mr. Monk. He's my best friend and he's my family. That being said he is NOT capable of caring for a child. Oh my- he's going to lose his mind. Tommy just found the pillow. It was on Mr. Monk's bed. He climbed up on the bed and is asleep on the pillow. Mr. Monk came in. He was smiling.
"Mr. Monk," I said, "There's something you need to know. Tommy is asleep"
"Oh," he said, "So I'll keep my voice down"
"He's got a pillow under his head," I whispered.
"I would hope so," Mr. Monk replied in a whisper, "It would make him more comfortable."
"See here's the thing," I said, "It's… um… how do I put this… it's the pillow"
"The pillow," Mr. Monk asked in a whisper, "As opposed to what?"
"I mean it's your… um… special pillow… he crawled on the bed and fell asleep on your um… you know what pillow"
I thought Mr. Monk would freak out but instead his face registered calm.
"So," he said, "Natalie it's just a pillow. Tommy is more important than a pillow even if it were my Trudy pillow"
"Um… Mr. Monk… um… it kind of is"
Mr. Monk smiled.
"That's wonderful," he said
"WHAT," I asked, "Explain"
"I don't really think 'that's wonderful' requires too much of an explanation," he said, "It means… that's wonderful"
"How do you figure," I asked amazed.
"I get to share something I love with my son who I love," Mr. Monk said
It was at that point I was convinced Mr. Monk wasn't crazy. He was a father.