I thought I heard monsters cleaning the kitchen. My 4yo son.
The other night, after junior was supposed to be sleeping, I was cleaning up the kitchen and making lunches as I do every night. All of a sudden he’s standing beside me. “Mommy, I thought I heard monsters cleaning the kitchen.”
I wish. If some monster offered to clean up the kitchen every night and make lunches, I’d give him free reign over the house. I’d also let him sleep under my son’s bed if that were the preferred sleeping location. Man I get tired of making lunches and post supper cleanup.
I ushered him back down to bed. About 10 minutes later I turned around and saw his teddy bear peering around the corner at me. Little stinker.