The case for the nighttime monster

The boys came up to me this morning, C carrying an old board book with a bent cover. D said to his brother, in a brisk tone, “Okay, C.” It sounded like a lawyer telling his client to go ahead and tell the judge.

C: “Something came in our room last night and bent the cover of the ABC book.”

Me: “Oh, really? What do you think it was?”

D: “It was a nighttime monster. It bent the book with its claws.”

Me: “A nighttime monster?”

D: “Yes. We need to put the book in the trash can.”

Me: “Okay, if you want to throw it out, you can.”

C: “Thank you, Mama.”

And they ran off and tossed the book, and went back to playing in their room. Apparently nighttime monsters with claws don’t actually bother them, as they’re never scared to go to sleep or be in their room. But it is annoying when the clawed nightttime monsters mess up their books.

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