Last night when I peeked in on Mister A before I went to bed:
Anderson has approximately 485 stuffed pals to choose from, yet the past few nights he's insisted on taking that super creepy looking monkey to bed with him. He just looks so cranky. And last night, pinned beneath A in the crib, he looked especially furious. And it made me giggle. A lot. So I took a picture with my phone. And emailed it to my parents. And their responses reminded me once more that my parents are the funniest people I know.
Mom: "freaky little monkey, what the hell does he have his eyes open for, he's supposed to be sleeping!"
Dad: "the county jail called, they want their jammies back."