Not too long ago, at roughly two in the morning, my littlest decided she absolutely needed me. So, I stumbled my way into her room, flopped onto her bed, and promptly fell back to sleep.
My assumption that my presence would be enough to comfort her was an erroneous one. Shortly after I dozed off, I was wakened by a little whisper, "Mommy, it's a crocodile."
Disturbing news when you're trying to sleep. Upon opening my eyes, I discovered the crocodile that had scared my sweet baby. Someone had left the closet door ajar. The shadow cast by the nightlight did, indeed, look like a crocodile, complete with bulging door knob eye.
"No, it's just a shadow, see the door knob. Go back to sleep," I quickly reassured her and dozed back off.
"Mommy, it's a crocodile. It's going to eat me."
This was not going at all like I thought it would. I tried again. "No. It's not a crocodile. There are no crocodiles anywhere near here. It's just a shadow. Go back to sleep."
She still wasn't buying it and became more insistent. "No, Mommy. It's a crocodile. It's going to eat me."
By this time, I had fully woken up and realized the futility of reasoning with her further. I sat up, shut the door, and turned to her. "There. Crocodile's all gone."
She looked up, satisfied. "Thank you, Mommy." And with that, went back to sleep. That's right, crocodile, no dinner for you.
The next night, I made sure the closet door was closed all the way before I put Leah to bed.
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