One day my three-year-old son, unable to sleep, called me into his room. When I asked him what the matter was he said he was afraid to go to sleep because of the monster under his bed.
Being a man of reason, I calmly explained to my son how little space there was under his bed. It was just a few inches off the ground and even that space was mostly taken up by stuffed animals and toys. I could barely fit under the bed myself. Surely there was no space for the huge monster he feared
"But the monster can make himself small enough to fit into any space," my son retorted. A chill ran down my spine. What else did this little witch-boy know that he wasn't telling me?
3 comments:
Great- now I will not be able to sleep tonight.
i like it!
--envy.
Three-yer-old boys hold the key to the spring of wisdom.
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