...and his name is Monkey.
George bought this little guy many months ago in a shop called Mothercare in the UK. Monkey got packed in a box and was rediscovered a couple of weeks before Christmas. Since Lili didn't remember Monkey, George decided he would be a perfect Christmas gift for his littlest girl. Since then Monkey has become a favorite. Lili looks for him at bedtime and becomes distraught when he is not immediately available. (Apparently he is a busy primate.)
George brilliantly suggested that we get a couple of other identical monkeys so that we wouldn't have as many panicked "Lost Lambie" moments as we did with Sophia during her tender toddler years. George obviously forgot that Monkey was from Britain. This explain all of the cups of tea and plates of biscuits he demands throughout the day.
Happy Weekend, Friends!
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