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For a long time, Monkey's been into Robots. Robot pajamas, robot books, robot flashcards, robot movies....and robot artwork. Anything about robots, she loved.

Now, alas, I fear they've been scrapped for the almighty PRINCESS obsession. (I confess, I like robots better. But it's not about me.)

A few years back I found this awesome robot print off of Etsy. It's cool. And it's hung with place of pride in Monkey's room ever since she moved into the Big Girl Room. (It was also in her nursery....)

Until about a week ago.

Monkey asked me to take it down. Even insisting that I remove the nail from the wall - as if she knew I might sneak back in, once she was asleep, to rehang the offending piece of artwork. (wha...me? crap, my kid knows me too well already!)

When I asked her why, she told me it was because it was "looking at her all night."

When M asked the same question, a few days after I took it down, he got the exact same answer. Only, he asked how she knew that at night, the robot didn't close its eyes?

Monkey gave him a look, and said, " because it's not REAL, daddy...." The funny part was that you could literally HEAR her eyeballs rolling around as she told him this.....

Robots in the back yard

Monkey is obsessed with robots. Some kids like dinosaurs, others like construction equipments, and mine? Well, she loves robots.

Let's just say that she loves robots so much we're actually considering taking her to an afternoon screening of Wall*E. And yes, we are officially insane. No one in their right mind should take a 23 month old to a movie that isn't shown in their (or grandma and grandpa's) living room.

This past weekend was spent in lovely Wayzata, MN. The occasion that prompted our trip to Mpls was my 20th High School reunion (yes, stinker, go ahead and do the math - but I warn you, I look pretty good for a knocked-up 38 year old!).

Monkey spent quality time with Grandma and 'Andpa, Nana and Grandad, her beloved cousin Emma, Uncle Jason and Aunt Lauri, and my mother's little fluffmoppet otherwise known as the dog Tre. She was in HEAVEN.

'Andpa happens to keep bees in his backyard (don't ask, he just does, yes the honey tastes wonderful and no, they don't live on a farm) and he and his bee-keeping partner-in-crime Tom suited up and monitored the hives. Apparently they were adding trays for honey and checking the hives general health.

Monkey saw them from the kitchen window and asked what they were. And M, being the ever so creative dad, told her they were robots. Man, was she excited! REAL LIVE FREAKIN' ROBOTS MOM! ROBOTS! (toddlers really can speak in all caps - you didn't know that?)

She was disappointed when the left and kept asking "where did they go?"

Like Santa and the Easter Bunny, I don't think I'm ever going to set her straight on this one. I'ts more fun this way.