She thought while DaDa wiped her eyes, trying to remember to back when the monster was fuzzy, when she thought he was another friend. "Yeyyow hair," she reached up to tug at her own curls, "like mine hair. Big like Da, but not as big. He smiled lots, but mean smiles. I not like those, then he smile with Da. Not mean, tho. Scary."
Her eyes raised back to DaDa's. "I din't ask his name."