DH and I have always called our kids "monkeys". It started with our first born and has ceremoniously continued.
In fact, DH likes to play a game where he hugs our kids, does not let them go, and then is a very deep voice announces "You can't get out of the Monkey Hut!" (Hence the blog name.)
Of course, the game is to get out of the Hut, which they always do...and come back for more!
So, the third child arrived and we started calling her by her nickname, which just so happens to rhyme with "monkey", so it became the norm to call her ____-monkey. Even her siblings do it.
Today I went to pick her up at preschool and the teacher told me they had an inspection today. The inspector asked my daughter what her name was and she proudly announced "____-monkey"!! In fact, the teacher could not get my daughter to say her real name! Of course, I was laughing inside, but I had to put on my game face and say "Oh, thank you! We will work on that at home!"
I must go now and try to convince my 3 year old she is not really named ___-monkey. This is going to be difficult, almost like trying to reintegrate a child raised by wolves, but in this case a group of monkeys. Did I mention she is 3 years old and stubborn as all get out?