The monkey

On Thursday John brought home an orange stuffed monkey. It was the last day for one of the aids in his class and she gave everyone a stuffed animal. He was super excited about his gift. 

 

Last night he came upstairs to go to bed and was visually upset. I asked him what was wrong. He said "I looked all over the basement and I can't find my new monkey anywhere!" I said "First you need to calm down and second I don't think you had him in basement. Why don't you go look for him again?" He went back downstairs. This time he came upstairs and was crying. I asked what was wrong. He couldn't even speak he was so upset. Finally he said "I can't find him anywhere. He is gone!" I told him to go get in his pajamas and I would go look for his monkey. He went to his room and came back to me. He said "I found him. He was on my bed." All of that to find the monkey in his room.