Monkey

Vivi has this little plastic monkey. She loves it. And, for a few days now, she's carried it around with her. Monkey eats with her, Monkey plays with her, and Monkey sits with her. The other day, we couldn't find Monkey. Vivi was riding her walker around the house playing bumper-walkers with Gavin when she got Wes' keys off the table. She was playing with them, walking around, and laughing. Then, I opened the fridge. Gav and Viv started running towards it, giggling on their way. They reached the fridge, but Viv was first, so she got the prime touch-interesting-fridge-items location. She kept trying to put Wes' keys in this one compartment in the fridge door. I said to her, "No Vivi, don't put Dada's keys in there. You play with them." She subsequently dropped them inside. I went over to get the keys out and saw Monkey. He, along with two pacifiers, was in the same fridge compartment as Wes' keys. I pulled out Monkey and Vivian squealed. I guess that's her hiding spot.