Hanging out

I have been insisting for a while that the time has come. 

Monkey is too dirty. Too stinky. 

He needed to go Into The Wash. Katie objected greatly. I finally got some form of consent when squishmallow Jesus also needed a wash, following a pen related incident at our children's holiday club last week. 

So Monkey and Jesus took a ride in the washing machine today. Which she didn't love but tolerated. However seeing monkey hanging on the line almost tipped her over the edge. 

Fear not, Monkey is now safely in her arms. He spent lunchtime inside my dungaree bin before she put him in my bed for the rest of the day. It is her hope he'll start to smell less like clean laundry before long