June 10, 2007

They’re creepy and they’re kooky, mysterious and spooky

Caleb thinks he is a monster. It’s my fault that he thinks he’s a monster. I told him I was a monster a couple months ago on our backyard campout. I told him he was a monster too. It only made sense, when monsters have children, they are monsters too. It sounded like a fun ghost story at the time.

As proof of my monster identity, I showed him the hair on my toes and the remnants of my unibrow…the one that Tiffany holds me down to pluck. I also showed him the abundance of hair on my legs too.

So the other day while we were riding in a car, out of nowhere he blurts out, “I’m a monster.”

I said, “Oh really?”

He said, “I’m starting to get hair on my arms and legs?”

I said, “Well, let me hear you roar?”

He said, “Rarrrrrrrrrr”!