“Daddy there’s a monster”
Since the last 3 weeks I was really starting to unappreciate this sentence.
When I brought Emily, our 2,5 year old to bed, monsters appeared just when the kiddo needed to be quiet – of course they weren’t real.
And getting rid of the monsters was a time consuming activity… She is stalling.
And I only wanted to go downstairs to do other stuff, monsters were killing the bigger part of my evening. Being upstairs, fixing a monster problem.
“don’t go downstairs daddy, there are monsters here – vicious cuticle.
But then I’ve thought of a solution where the two problems would best meet each other.
“I’ll bring this monster downstairs.”
Monsters gone, kiddo quiet, gives me me-time.
Job well done.