Thomas snapped this photo of Ambrose tonight asking us to come sleep in his bed with him because he was afraid of the dark and monsters climbing on his walls.............
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.