Today it was all about your monkey. I knitted him many years ago, and we found him under the bed at the weekend. His arm had come off, so I had to do a quick mending job. You've adopted "mun-tee" and played with him all day. This morning you both danced round the bathroom, snuggled in bed and hid behind the bedroom curtains ("Where mun-tee?"). Downstairs, you had cuddles and rode on Little R's train and bouncing bunny. Possibly cutest of all, you took Monkey over to be introduced to Honey. First you sat him in her box next to her, then you took him by the arm and made him gently stroke her head. Honey seemed to quite like it; she didn't try to flee. And then there was story time. You insisted on showing Monkey the stories I was reading. You like to point to the stockings, boots, cloak and hat as Meg puts them on in your Meg and Mog book, and you can do the screechy "Miaow!" noise when Mog gets trodden on.