My name is George

There are a lot of us monkeys in this house all of which named George. We watch over two little boys as they go about their days. We share in their adventures, their meals, their ups and downs. We cheer them up when they are in time out and occasionally land in time out ourself. We get a turn in board games. We are used as pillows, get squished and sat on. We are thrown as grenades or used as a shield. 
We talk. We are alive. We love. We are best friends.