The Monster on Our Street

Last night Arden was quietly sitting on my lap. The blinds were closed and all was quiet. A very creative conversation occurred.

Arden: (Pointing out the window) "Mommy, did you see that scary monster riding up the street on a motorcycle?"

Me: "No. Where's he going?"

Arden: "Home. He's going to sleep because it's bed time."

At least I know the scary monster has his own house and he sleeps at night. So if he is ever hiding in our closets or under the bed. I'll just send him home on his motorcycle.