The Little Monkey isn’t jealous of Little Disney, but she misses mommy at night. Mommy use to sleep with the Little Monkey. Now mommy sleeps with the bobblehead. Every night now, the Little Monkey cries and screams. One night, my little girl even told me she didn’t want me. Then she threatened to poke out my eyes, suck out my brain, and cram my heart in the Diaper Genie. Dads live for moments like these. Enterprise, one to beam up.