Leave My Monkey Alone

Fairly self-explanatory. This sock monkey was an early birthday gift from Cupcake's former foster family. It came at just the right time, too, as the previous original vintage sock monkey from my mother-in-law is slowly losing all of its filling due to being "hurt" -- and of course part of the injury involves toddler fingers reaching into holes on the seams and pulling out polyester fiberfill. Same problem with the sock zombie, too. Huh. Funny how those mysterious illnesses are contagious.

Look like Mommy's going to learn how to darn.