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There's a Monster In My Bed
Mar. 21st, 2012 11:46 pmActually, there's a monster in Katie's bed. Or so I'm told.
Most nights after Katie finally crawls into bed, she asks me to fill her water bottle. When I return with the full bottle, Katie is invisible under the covers.
"Where's Katie?" I ask. "What am I supposed to do with this water bottle?"
A low growl comes from underneath the covers.
"Oh, my! A monster has eaten Katie! Come, monster, spit Katie up."
Massive tickling of the monster ensues with adlibbed dialog until I finally pull the covers back and reveal Katie's head, now that she has been spit up by the monster in her bed.
Most nights after Katie finally crawls into bed, she asks me to fill her water bottle. When I return with the full bottle, Katie is invisible under the covers.
"Where's Katie?" I ask. "What am I supposed to do with this water bottle?"
A low growl comes from underneath the covers.
"Oh, my! A monster has eaten Katie! Come, monster, spit Katie up."
Massive tickling of the monster ensues with adlibbed dialog until I finally pull the covers back and reveal Katie's head, now that she has been spit up by the monster in her bed.