Friday morning, I was curious if Keaton’s sock monkey had a name. I asked and he said, “hmm, Ding.” I asked, “Ding?” And replied, “DING!”
A couple hours later, I asked again and got the same response.
When Zach came home, I had him ask about the new name. He too heard, “Ding.”
All weekend, we continued to ask about the monkey’s name, and everytime, we heard “Ding”
Not entirely sure where the name “Ding” came from, but even this morning, he put on my sling and said, “Sling…ding…” and ran and grabbed the monkey and put him in the sling…
Welcome to the family, Ding!