monkey dreams
Last night I went into Nora’s room because she was fussing (tossing, thumping, grumbling). As I walked in she very clearly said, “monkey”.
This isn’t as weird as it sounds. She has a stuffed monkey our friend Tami gave her and she won’t go to bed without this monkey. So, naturally, I figure she’s awake at 3:00am and tossing around because she’s either (a) dropped monkey and can’t get him or (b) taken off his shirt and is now annoyed that he has no shirt*. So I ask her if she needs help getting monkey and there’s no reply. “Nora?” and nothing. I peak in at her and notice… she’s asleep! I’m staring at my sleeping daughter and once again she says, “monkey!”.
sweet dreams, little one. Mommy, Daddy and monkey love you very much.
* incidentally, we’ve replaced most of the more vulgar swear words in our house with the disturbingly cathartic “monkey shirt!” It’s good for all occasions and only offends the hard of hearing (and monkeys).