My daughter was two and a half when she was given the huge responsibility of bringing Coco the monkey; the day-care’s mascot home for the weekend. The room leader pressed an enormous scrapbook into my hands and gave me my instructions: “just do the stuff you usually do, and take photos of Coco joining in.”

I’d seen a fair share of class mascot photos in my Facebook feed and now it was my turn. I found myself gripped with anxiety; we simply had to show Coco the monkey the time of his life.

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