Big Joe

I’m pretty sure my neighbor hates us.  Because I can’t think of any other good reason for giving someone’s kids a giant purple monkey when cleaning out your house.  The littles immediately latched on to him, naming him “Big Joe” and claiming him as their long lost brother.



He’s been snuggled and hugged and talked to and read to non-stop for days.  I have to set the timer repeatedly for every 10 minutes so that they can take turns with Big Joe during the afternoon witching hour.

 
He even rides around in the car with us.  I mean, doesn’t everyone cart around a giant stuffed animal on every day errands?!?!
 

And to think that Honey had the gall to suggest trying to find a giant friend for “Big Joe” so that the children don’t have to share.  The up side of “Big Joe” is that he has handily ceased all talk of a dog.  So come to think of it, perhaps he’s not as hideous as I initially thought.
xoxo