Yesterday, in honor of author, Christine Rain's book launch, I told you about my monster from childhood. Today, I'll tell you about my son's. His monster apparently lives in the closet. It's no wonder, because last time I looked in there, there were plenty of places for it to hide.
"Mama," he said to me one evening. "You have to close my closet doors."
"Why?' I asked.
"Because the monster is in there."
"There's a monster in there?" I went to the closet to have a peek. "Is he invisible?"
"No, Mama, I'm serious. You have to close the closet!"
Okay. I understood about monsters. "So, tell me about your monster," I said after I locked the monster in the closet.
"He's a big zombie thing like the incredible hulk. He's green and has a pouch with guns."
My boy had more to say. "There's another one, too. It's a tiny velocoraptor that spits acid."
Okay, I'm not going to spend the night in his room. Way too scary!