Feeling like June Cleaver 2.0
It’s 5:30am.
Declan: “Mama!!!!Mama!!!”
Aimee: {groggily stumbling into his room} “Yesss?”
Declan: {crying} “I had a baddd dreaaam!”
Aimee: {scooping him up into my lap} “Oh no! Do you want to talk about it?”
Declan: {still crying} “Y-y-yes… these was a monster in my room and he, he, he was trying to, to, to, GET ME.”
Aimee: “Wow. That sounds scary. But you know what? Monsters can’t get you. This house has too much love in it. And the love will protect you from the monsters.”
Declan: “It will?” {Lets out a gigantic fart}
Aimee: “Well, that, and the toots. Monsters don’t like toots.”
Declan: {giggle, giggle}
Aimee: “Yeah, see, our toots smell really bad to monsters. And you toot way too much for a monster to actually get near you.”
Declan: {hysterical boy laughter over fart talk}
Aimee: “OK, so, it’s still really early still, so try to sleep some more.”
Declan: “OK, Mama. I love you.” {snuggles up with his Lightning McQueen pillow and closes his eyes.}
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Cute!!!!! LMAO!Good timing with the fart. Ha, ha!
hilarious!
Whew! There’ll be no monsters at our house then!
I love that kid!
Priceless!!! The toots work everytime!
LMAO! I can totally hear him giggling.
LOL, I know – and he has the best laugh!!
I’m filing that away for when we have kids and they get scared of a monster.
Plus we fart around here A LOT so I think we’re good.