The plan was for the boys to sleep upstairs under Old Dog's supervision while the girls bedded down on the first floor, with me on the couch.
After yelling at the boys to settle down and go to sleep, Old Dog dozed off, only to awaken to the following whispered conversation:
Robbie: It's a monster!
Sam: There's no such thing as monsters.
Robbie: Yes, there is, and it sounds like this (makes a very loud snoring sound).
I hear you, kid. Grandma sleeps with that monster every night.
So we threw down another air mattress and the boys came downstairs and we all (except Harper, who conked out at 11:45 and Old Dog, who was upstairs sawing logs) watched the ball drop over Time Square.
Ahhh. I get to live through you. :) As usual, a great story, but not un-loved 'usual', very.
ReplyDeleteThe best part about being friends with young children is their unique perspective of the world around them. What an idea for a children's story. Maybe there was a REAL monster.
ReplyDeleteSounds like all were had by a good time!
ReplyDeleteI have a monster like that too.. Actually and a Robbie too. Hmm. And actually, I agree with Pauline, this would make a GREAT children's story.... :)
ReplyDeleteOh, I didn't realize it 'till ya brought it to my attention but I sleep with a monster too!!!
ReplyDeleteNote to self: Add Monster Spray to the shoppin' list.
Looks like monsters and all everyone had a blast and a half! Woohoo!!!
Loved the pictures.
God bless and have a magnificent day sweetie!!! :o)