When Julie was first born she would snuggle up into a little ball on my chest and let her arms hang free to her sides. It reminded me of a monkey and sadly for her the name has stuck. Juan and I both affectionately call her our little monkey.
Juan has taken this nick name to the next level. When he & I are both working days, he typically pick ups the baby at her grandma’s house. I’ve been little blue about returning to work so to cheer me up my sweet husband will call me from the road after work to let me know that the “Monkey Retrieval Unit in route.”
Once he’s got the baby in the car and is headed home, I’ll get a second call to inform me that “the MRU was successful and the monkey was safely retrieved.”
I don’t know why, but this is so funny to me. I don’t know if it’s because he’s so serious about it or because he does it consistently every time he picks her up. Regardless, I’m entertained.
Just imagine… One day my child will probably be traumatized and devastated that her parents thought she looked like a monkey. 
Too funny.
I’m also amused!