Get that Post-It out of your mouth!

I woke up this morning to Annabelle jumping on the bed wearing my baby blue satin bra on her head, the strap tucked under her chin, shouting “I’m a hiker! I’m a hiker!”
Henry was soon imitating her saying, “Hiter! Hiter!”
A while later, we decided to make monkey bread and it turned out to be a crazy experience. We barely had enough flour, so when the dough turned into batter, I had to add wheat flour. Then I scorched the butter in the saucepan, and when I poured the mixture over the bread, it ended up leaking out of the damn bundt pan all over the stove–the house is still smoking–and when I tried to clean it out of the bottom of the stove, a drop of butter seared my hand and it’s now blistered.
It was worth it all, however, when I bit into a piece of monkey bread–it was HEAVENLY!! Melt in your mouth, explosions of cinnamon and sugar and light and fluffy moist bread. Perfect! Try the recipe: http://www.recipezaar.com/Monkey-Bread-from-Scratch-153152.
Then I heard a retching sound from Henry on the floor and when I looked at him, he was eating a pink post-it. Why? Why are you eating a pink post-it?