Somewhere around 3ish in the morning, Rachel comes crying into our bedroom.
"Mom, I want to sleep with you. There are monsters." (crying)
My foggy brain is trying to wake up.
"Mom, I said I want to sleep with you." (more crying)
I make room for her as the cobwebs try to clear out of my brain.
When Josh wakes up and starts screaming loudly (ugh!), I have Joseph put Rachel back in bed. "Rachel, Dad will throw away the monsters."
Joseph came back and said, "Rachel said, 'Dad, there are no monsters. Monsters like pickles and there are no pickles.'"
Huh?? Apparently, this has something to do with a storybook we have. Even in the light of day, I really don't see the connection. At least Rachel stayed in bed for the rest of the night--I mean morning.
