so sad;
but so precious at the same time.
Tug at our heart strings just a little more Ambeast and you just might get your wish. Until then, back to bed little one.
How does he even know he's supposed to be afraid of such things?
I fear he's inherited my over-active imagination. His English teachers will like it, but it's sure to doom him to some long nights not moving a muscle under his covers (not even letting his toes slip out of the blanket for fear of something biting at them)...
or he can just race across his bedroom floor and burst out his door as if he just barely summoned the courage to do so like he did tonight.
We'll be waiting with open arms, but we just might have to snap a picture first.
Poor precious scared boy.
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When Ezra started doing that, Mike looked him straight in the eyes and with a very serious voice told him, "scary monsters are not allowed in my house. They just aren't, so there is nothing to worry about." Every time Ezra would bring it up after that we brushed it off as no big deal and reminded him that that was just not possible cause dad doesn't allow monsters into our house. I was skeptical, but it totally worked! Funny huh? Anyway, good luck with that, it can be a really scary time for a kid!
poor baby :(
Sad. Ever read "Bedtime for Francis"? He might like it.
OH Amborse, I know how you feel. It's sooooo scary! Though I would rather dream about monsters than dream about spiders on the walls. Those spiders just won't go away.
p.s Kahilau's Mike needs to come have a talk with my house.
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