Quote du Jour:
“Forget the fat lady. You’re obsessed with the fat lady.â€
–David, Independence Day
Kids are funny. They come up with some of the wackiest crap. My son, who his nearly 4, decided he was scared of a “little man.â€
When we got up Monday morning, he told me about a little man that was standing outside his bedroom door and looking at him. As someone with an overactive imagination herself, my first thought was, “Um, okay†and the second was, “I’m totally freaked out by this.â€
I asked him about it and he insisted there was a little man standing there in the shadows watching him. I guess that’s why he came and climbed in bed with us at around 4 yesterday morning.
After getting home, getting dinner, etc., he started up with the little man business again. He had headed upstairs to play in his room when he came running back telling me and DH he couldn’t go up there because the little man was there. Hm. So we assured him there was no one up there and went to find this little man. After Daddy Monster scoured the area and the all clear was signaled, we figured everything would be hunky-dory. We discovered the “little man†in question was a small stuffed Spiderman (who has now been banished to the closet…poor guy).
He was still talking about it at bathtime. I told him not to mention the little man again. 🙄 So we ignore it, I dry his hair and he tells me he’s really scared and doesn’t want to go to bed. I assure him once again no one is upstairs but me and/or Daddy and all is well. And I told him we would keep him safe, that there were no little men and none could get in the house.
But you know… the writer in me is sitting here thinking up all sorts of horror stories that could go along with the little man concept. So much so that it freaks me out and I have to stop thinking about it. HAHA 😈
Hopefully that’s the last we’ll hear about the little man for a while.
In other kid-news…it seems he has misplaced one of his best cups. It’s somewhere in the house half filled with apple juice. And I can’t find it anywhere. I know he had it at one point on Sunday but then it disappeared and we haven’t found it since. Which is bad. Especially if it has apple juice in it. I’ve looked in all the usual places he hides stuff and so far it’s nowhere to be found. Beginning to wonder if he threw it away or something like that. I even looked outside.
Maybe it will turn up. With moldy apple juice. Hooray. 😐
Got about 2000 words yesterday on the WIP. Didn’t write one single solitary word on the serials. Hm. Don’t care! LOL
I’m participating in a Round Robin Interview with several other writers. Haven’t received the questions yet, but I’m very much looking forward to getting them and doing the article. It should be good.
As far as my GDR… well… I should revisit that I suppose. 😀 At least I’m accomplishing my goals every month that I’m setting and that’s important to me.
Wow, you’re up early! (Or at least blogging early!) Ew, I do hope you find that apple juice cup. I don’t know what it is about apple juice, but it gets PARTICULARLY moldy in a short period of time–I’ve had to just throw away cuppies before. YUCK.
YOU GO on the novel! Here’s to many more 2000K days! (heh heh, wish I would get one, I was bad and surfed yesterday…)
When one of my godchilden had a similar episode, we went out and bought a bear, then dressed it in a knight’s outfit. He became “Sir Bear”. Every night he sat with us for the bedtime story, and then took up his post as the Knight “Night” Guardian. In the morning, when we made the bed together, Sir Knight was tucked in so he could get some sleep and be ready to take up his post again that night. It helped.
First thing I thought was that you had gnomes in your house! 🙂
At that age, my youngest son was afraid of burglars and bugs. Why those two things I have no idea. So each night we would call upon two huge guardian angels to come stay with him. They were giants and had many wings and would sit on the bed on either side of him and spread their wings that would enclose him in his special hiding place where no one could see him. He named them and described them (great imagination) and would go immediately asleep. Hey, what ever works. Wish I’d thought of the Sir Bear thing. I really like that one. But I can use it on my grandtwins!
It’s amazing, the stuff kids come up with!
I remember back when I was in junior high, and babysitting, I was carrying the baby when he looked over my shoulder (supposedly he and I were in the house, alone) and said, “Hi!”
You can imagine I jumped out of my skin!
Actually, the “little man” might make a great horror story, sometime! Who knows. It was interesting to read it here!