Bill Roper (billroper) wrote,
Bill Roper

There's a Monster In My Bed

Actually, there's a monster in Katie's bed. Or so I'm told.

Most nights after Katie finally crawls into bed, she asks me to fill her water bottle. When I return with the full bottle, Katie is invisible under the covers.

"Where's Katie?" I ask. "What am I supposed to do with this water bottle?"

A low growl comes from underneath the covers.

"Oh, my! A monster has eaten Katie! Come, monster, spit Katie up."

Massive tickling of the monster ensues with adlibbed dialog until I finally pull the covers back and reveal Katie's head, now that she has been spit up by the monster in her bed.
Tags: home, kids, musings

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