Anastasia loves her bedtime story. If she's misbehaving in the evening, threatening to send her to bed with out a story is enough to get her flying right. Last week I found the "Junie B Jones" book series, about a little girl in kindergarten. I read the first book two or three chapters at a time, and by the end of the week, she was desperate to start the story over again.
Today, I bought a couple more in the series. At bedtime, she picked Junie B Jones has a Monster Under Her Bed. As you might guess, the book begins with one of Junie B's friend suggesting that there's a monster under the bed.
We taught Anastasia a long time ago that she's in charge of all the monsters in our house. She can tell them to go away, and they have to listen. Orlando has reinforced this over the years by being the monster in our bedroom. She loves to scare that monster by tickling it.
So, while we were reading the beginning of the story, I asked Anasatasia if there was a monster under her bed. Her response: "No ... but there is a lot of stuff."
Indeed. Guess there's no room for a monster under there.
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