"I'm scared that woodticks will get into the house and try to get me."
"I'm scared that a bear will come and break my window and get into my room."
"I'm scared that lightning will hit our house" (this on a perfectly clear night)
One thing I'll say for her, she has an AMAZING imagination. Anyway, one night after she finally went to sleep at 10:45pm, my own imagination got sparked up, probably because she was coming up with something new and different every single night for a while there.
I don't know, I think he's kind of cute! I know you can't tell but his teeth and eyes are all shiny because I used a Glaze pen on them. I'm especially proud of his nostrils and tail.
Yeah, I know, now I'M being ridiculous. SOMETIMES IT'S A COPING MECHANISM, OKAY?