Crisis diverted

MW's daycare is wonderful. The love him, they nurture him, they teach him, and I trust them. I trust them enough that I rarely check MW's diaper bag upon picking him up at the end of the day. Yesterday, I learned a hard lesson. As J prepared to take MW to bed, he asked me if I knew where "Monkey" was. For those of you that haven't been introduced to Monkey, he is MW's pride and joy, his best friend, his security blanket, his everything...received as a baby gift from a dear family friend thus making it even special to our hearts. As soon as J spoke the words I knew just where Monkey was - alone in the dark at daycare, where he had not made the last bus home. My first instinct was to panic, but then I simply told myself, "Oh don't be stupid. He's so tired tonight he won't even know Monkey's not in the bed. He probably won't even miss him all weekend!". UN-truer words have never been said (or thought, in my case). Promptly at 2:45am MW discovered the absence of Monkey, and we'll just say Mommy and Daddy's glorious Friday night (Saturday morning) of rest was spotty at best from then on. Needless to say, Monkey was recovered by 9am and household peace was restored. Never, ever, underestimate the power of Monkey.

*The monkey in this photo is not the actual one, however, it is an Amazon.com photo of one of his twins. At $6.99 you can bet Mommy and Daddy will be purchasing a stock of no less than five "Dangles" (actual name) to have on hand at all times.