come back to me Cold Monkey

When I was 3 years old, my Mom took me on a rare trip to Hong Kong to see my Grandma. Out of the many wonderous sights, sounds, smells & taste that I experienced & remembered, the one that impressed me the most was "monkey mountain." It was a hill set with little pagoda buildings teeming with a kabillion scampering, clawing rabid monkeys. For the rest of our stay in China, I was jumping off of every bed, stairs, walls, ledges & windows that I encountered, with my Mom constantly chasing me close behind. I sensed that she seemed kinda upset keeping me out of harm's way of bumping into people and incoming traffic so I decided to stay local and started jumping onto her back. So annoyed that I couldn't stay still, she started calling out to me, "HEY! MONKEY! STOP MOVING OR I'LL BREAK YOUR LEGS!" So growing up, her name for me when I was acting particularly unruly and she wanted to point out how fed up she was with me was, "Hey! Monkey!"
Years later when I was trying to come up with names for my freelance design studio, I told my friend Sarah about my mother's name for me. I thought something to do with monkeys would be funny and would honor my mother in an odd way. Sarah loved monkeys but thought that adding HOT to it would make it a little more exciting and irreverently naughty. I don't know if it became any of those, but it stayed. Have a happy, healthy and prosperous new year.