Saturday, January 22, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
A Sad Excuse for a Monster
“Go on, honey! Open the door! You’ll see - I’m right about this one...”
It took a lot of convincing to get my daughter to see for herself that there were no monsters lurking in her closet.
As my daughter slowly...reluctantly...tip-toed over to her closet door, she cracked the door open - just a pinch. There were no scary creatures looking back at her, so she let out an audible sigh and mustered up the courage to finish the job. She flung the door open as fast as she could and stepped back. Frozen to the ground, she stared wide-eyed into the closet.
“SEE, sweetie?! I TOLD you there aren’t any monsters in there! Sweetie? What’s wrong?”
I quickly walked over to stand next to her. I followed her gaze into the closet. And there I saw a creature who did NOT belong in my daughter’s closet. I, too, became paralyzed and unable to move from where I stood. All I could do was stare. The hideous creature appeared spooked at being discovered - his green eyes stared back at us, sizing us up. As we all stared at each other, I took note of how he looked like a three foot purple caterpillar with yellow polka dots and four pairs of tiny black, stubby legs. Upon further investigation, I realized that this monster was not one to be scared of, rather he appeared to be scared of us! His bushy eyebrows were raised high, giving him the appearance of being frightened and confused! Even the small, triangular spikes that ran down his back seemed to tremble with fear. The two short red horns on top of his head did not give him a fierce look, in fact it had the opposite effect - he looked ridiculous! A big, fat, squishy, horned caterpillar shaking with fear at the bottom of my daughter’s closet?! You’ve got to be kidding me! I decided to take charge. I told that sad excuse for a monster to hit the road before I count to 10...or else. (Or else what? I don’t know, but I left that to his imagination and it worked.) He scurried past us on his little feet, leaving a slimy trail behind him.
“I TOLD you there was a monster in my closet, Mommy.”
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