Lately my littlest guy is in to monsters. Big, giant, hairy scary monsters! Like his big brothers before him, he’s going through that stage where he loves to be scared and loves to scare . . . gnashing his terrible teeth and making all sorts of roaring monster noises.
So, the other night at bath time when he was being anything but cooperative . . . yours truly hatched a cunning plan to get said monster-loving-toddler in to the tub.
I told him about the Loch Ness monster.
You read that right . . . the Loch Ness monster.
It actually didn’t start out that way. You see, it wasn’t my intention to scare the living daylights out of my toddler. I was making a game out of us creeping up the stairs and searching for monsters hiding out in the bath . . . when in a moment of stupidity, I told him all about a real monster who lives in a giant lake in bonnie Scotland.
Ye know the one . . . the Loch Ness Monster.
He really enjoys hearing real stories.
But, this one was maybe a little too real. It took almost a further 20 minutes to coax him in to the bath during which time he wanted all the bubbles to disappear so he could clearly see the bath water. And, quite rightly so.
Honestly, it seemed like a good idea at the time . . .