Isaac has a new toy. It's a stuffed monkey, now named the Funky Monkey because after a few days of being licked and chewed by a big slobbery doggie, trust me, it's funky.
Isaac usually tears stuffed animals to shreds in a very short amount of time. They rarely live 30 minutes. That's why I buy them at the thrift store for 99 cents.
But every once in a while, he decides to keep one. I don't know why. He had a stuffed tiger and a stuffed hippo for a long time, though he eventually decided to kill them. I don't know what made him want to keep them or what made him decide to kill them. They did not have much in common. The tiger was bigger than the hippo and the hippo had kind of weird fur.
Both the tiger and the hippo had squeakers in them, which I sewed into them after Isaac indicated he planned to keep them for a while. He loves squeaky toys but usually rips out the squeakers right away. But he liked the tiger a lot and he loved the hippo. Until he killed them.
So now he has a monkey and he has apparently decided to keep it for a while. He did chew off its nose right away but nothing else. So I stuck a squeaker in the monkey's face and sewed up the hole where Isaac had eaten off its nose. Its face looks kind of scary and deformed now but Isaac loves it.