Madilyn has been a really good sleeper since she was little. When she got her own toddler bed the week she turned 2, she stayed in her bed and slept through the night like a champ. She did that every night following, until we moved to Raleigh. The first night that we moved in here, she freaked out and had to sleep with us. She said that she saw scary monsters and didn’t want to be alone. This was coming from a girl who had NO problems sleeping at other peoples’ homes or in hotels. It wasn’t her first time sleeping in a strange place, but it was her first time talking about seeing scary monsters.
A few days ago I asked her to please run upstairs and put a shirt on because she was cold. She huffed up the stairs to get a shirt, and a few minutes later she was screaming bloody murder like someone was trying to take her. I shot up the stairs, (I may have sprouted wings. I’m relatively certain my feet never touched the steps) and found her standing there SCREAMING. I asked her what happened, fearing there was a snake in the house and it had bit her. She told me that it was the scary monster and he was trying to take her. It gave me the chills.
Our bedtime routine now involves putting Grady to bed then laying down with Madilyn in my bed, with the closet light on, then staying there until she is snoring and limp with sleep. Somtimes it takes 8 minutes, others it takes over an hour. This week, while we were driving home from the NC State fair, The Workaholic asked her what the Scary monster looks like. This is what she said:
“He is purple and he has a mustache. He wears clothes. He flies and he makes flying bird noises. His name is Dragon.”
Kyle asked, “So he is a dragon?”
Madilyn replied, “No. He is a penis. His name is Dragon.”
So there you have it, folks. My daughter’s scary monster is a:
large purple penis with a mustache who wears clothes and flies while making flying bird noises.