A couple weeks ago, before all the Halloween hoopla, I put Harrison down to bed one night after our regular routine - drink milk, brush teeth, get jammies on, read our stories and sing our songs and prayers. I turn out the light with one last, "Happy Face in the Morning!" And walk away, only to be summoned back five minutes later. It went like this:
Mommy!
Sleepy time, Harrison.
Mommy, I scared!
*Crap - he's found THAT word!* Back to his room I go. You're scared?, I ask.
Yeesh, I scared of momers.
Monsters?
Yeesh, momers!
No such thing as Monsters, Harrison.
COOKIE MOMER!!
D'OH!
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Haha! Don't you wonder where they get that stuff?!
Cookie Momers!!! ahhh
Well... at least he's a friendly monster who is easily distracted by cookies.
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