Monsters Afoot
The other day Brooke was lying down on her floor while I was getting her shoes and socks on. She pointed under Caroline’s crib and, with wide eyes and fearful grimace, said, “Monster!”
“Monster?” I repeated.
“A monster! Right there!” she exclaimed.
So now, every once in a while when we least expect it, Brooke spies a monster. I don’t really think she’s scared; I think it’s just a game, but it has caused me to wonder.
Consider this. Every night before I go to bed, I check on her. I make sure she’s actually in her bed (in a position conducive to sleeping), with her covers on, and I kiss her cheek. Sometimes she’ll stir and look up at me with bleary eyes and a confused expression.
I’ve realized that all she is seeing is a large mass in her room, disturbing her sleep, shifting her around, and putting something wet on her face.
What if the monster in her room . . . is really . . .
me?
Laurie
November 21, 2009 @ 7:43 am
I think she’s been watching too many Pixar films.
Karissa
November 21, 2009 @ 8:50 am
hahahahahahahah!!!!! this is hilarious!!!
Kim
November 21, 2009 @ 10:35 am
Sure glad the monster is you and not ME!
Ann
November 21, 2009 @ 3:45 pm
LOLOL 🙂 I am still laughing. I needed that today 🙂
Evelyn
November 23, 2009 @ 6:32 pm
LOL! That possible realization is so funny! But I doubt the monster is you 🙂
Glen Thomas
November 25, 2009 @ 8:43 am
Hey, I have to read her one of my favorite books.
There is a MONSTER at the end of the book!!!!!
Jessica
November 25, 2009 @ 3:43 pm
I love this post!