I hate that I’m going to have to take out a 9 year old
One of Lauren’s friends at school was scaring her with details and apparently reenactment of scenes from Chucky. Nice. Why a 3rd grader has any knowledge of a horror movie from 1988 is completely beyond me. Her family situation is a little rocky, I think, but still.
Now I have an 8 year old who’s scared to be alone in her room, complete with nightmares and demands that a grown up sleep in her (twin!) bed with her tonight.
It seems a shame to hurt a kid, but that seems like my best option at the moment – I may have to hurt that kid tomorrow. Or perhaps her parents – because why in the hell does a kid know anything about that movie, really? That may be bugging me more than anything else right now. That’s just wrong.
None of my Mommy tricks are working at the moment. Daddy’s giving it a try now.
Should be a fun night.