"I really want a sock monkey."

The conversation went something like this....

Belle: (quite thoughtfully) Mom, I've been thinkin'. I really want a sock monkey.

Me: Are you being serious right now?

Belle: (very serious) Yes.

Me: That's a little weird to me, but ok.

Belle: Why's it weird?

Me: Because it's a sock monkey.

Belle: (thinking) Ok. But I still want one.

We went our separate ways, not knowing that Matt had overheard from the next room.

A few minutes later, I hear him urgently calling for me in a whisper. When I turn to look, he is covertly peeking his head out from the kitchen like 007 and motions for me to come there. When I get there, he's laughing. Like, doubled-over, quiet laughing so no one can hear.

And then I see the sharpie in his hand. And the extra gym socks lying on the counter.

Yes. My husband decided to make Belle a sock monkey. Take a deep breath and prepare yourself for the picture. Although, I'm pretty sure nothing can prepare you.

I'll admit it. I laughed with him. A lot. And then we called Belle in to show her her very own, brand new sock monkey. Her reaction was priceless. At first she laughed and said, "Daddy! That's not what I meant!" But the next thing I know, she is doing this....

She loved him. And named him! And then Estella Dru actually starts CRYING because she didn't have one. No more laughing for me. I was baffled.

So Matt went back to work with his socks and sharpies and produced this one-of-a-kind masterpiece.

They slept with them last night. E Dru had breakfast with Matt the Sock Monkey this morning AND took him to school. But don't worry. He was dressed and ready to go... along with KC the Sock Monkey, who, by the way, is a girl if you couldn't tell. Here they are side-by-side.

I honestly just don't know what else to say.