However, she broke my heart while we were going through her stuffed animals...but then she immediately made me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Here's our brief conversation:
Paigey: "Keep...keep...keep...oh, we can get rid of that one!"
Me: "Which one, honey?"
Me, heart breaking: "*GASP* DANGLES?!?!? Are you SURE????"
Paigey: "Well, yeah, Mom...Ryan really loves my monkey, and it makes him happy. He can have it for while he's little. But we can't really get rid of him, he's my specialist animal I have."
Me, heart melting: "*snif snif*"
Ryan, after Paigey gives him the monkey: "*gasp!* Dank oo, Paigey! Wuv oo, sisser!" (Translated - Thank you, Paigey! Love you, sister! ...and then he and Dangles are inseparable the rest of the day!)
You see, when I was pregnant with Paigey, my dad would jokingly say that I had a Stress Monkey. I don't know exactly where he got that name from, but it was our joke. Whenever I was frustrated or stressed, it was just my Stress Monkey. After Paige was born, one of the first things my parents bought for her was a monkey, which is how Dangles came into our life.
|Paigey and her Dangles monkey!|
Dangles was Paige's security animal. Wherever Paige was, Dangles was there, too. He even came to Pete's and my wedding, wearing a home made tie in our wedding colors (even flower girls need dates, right?).
|The flower girl and her date|