Fuss demands my presence in the bedroom to 'look at the dark' with his flashlight.
He's flashing it around showing me various things ("Look dada, Hat Monster! It's a pretty one!"), and eventually he alights on a mummy.
I don't see it, but he assures me it's there.
"Look dada, a MUMMY!"
"Where? Is it hiding?
"Dada, it's imagination!"
"OH, right!"
"Dada...mummy's ancient!"
?!?!?
Where the hell did that come from.
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