If you are ever tempted to scare the living daylights out of your kids, don't do it. No matter how much you want to, it isn't worth it! Stay strong!
A few months ago, I was under my bed trying to find something. And of course the one thing you are looking for is right in the middle under there. I had to squirm and squeeze, but I got it! As I was trying to figure out how to get out again, Sam came walking in looking for me. Of course I was totally hidden from view, and he couldn't see me... and his legs were right there...
It was more temptation than I could stand! I reached out and grabbed his ankles, didn't pull or anything but I vaguely remember doing my scary MWAHAHAHA laugh...
I think he wet his pants... or nearly did. I scared him so bad, it wasn't funny. He's a good trooper though and laughed it off and I thought it was alright... until it got dark. I noticed that he stopped walking close to any of the beds, in fact he was giving them a wide berth.
Then he made us get a whole bunch of nightlights... and then came the stories of monsters trying to get in his window or they were lurking under his bed waiting for him to go to sleep. I am not quite sure what he thinks their intentions are... but whatever they are, it must be pretty scary.
Since I started this whole thing, I figured it was my place to take some action and kick some serious monster butt.
I made this:
The important thing here, is that the monster spray works. There have been no more attacks since Mom came to the rescue. Ben and I have found the change to our nightly ritual... refreshing.
Brush teeth. Check. Went potty. Check. Read book. Check. Said prayers. Check. Sprayed for monsters. Check!