Boots

I was reading a rather scary book last night. Just before I set it down to try to sleep the daughter had awoken to somebody inn her room and run to her parent room.

No sooner had I set it down than strange noises started coming from our children’s room.

Nothing to do with or like the book of course but my mind was already there. My big brave husband went to check it out.

Once in the room he discovered 8, crawled down from the top bunk, sitting on the floor struggling to pull his boot on.

The Goblin Child was sitting up in bed telling him to stop it and go back to bed!

Telling her to be quiet and go back to sleep my exasperated husband was able to convince 8 to leave the boots alone and climb back into bed.

We asked them this morning. No one had any recollection of dreams or being out of bed at all last night. I think 8 is going to have to go back to the bottom bunk.

At least, they said, no one said anything about cheese!