Sunday, June 22, 2008

The dark

Nicky got up in the middle of the night last night (as he does every night, and I wonder why I am still lethargic?), so I put him back to bed. He crawled into his bed and made room for me to lie down beside him.

Nicky: Dark. Eat fish. Night.
Me: The dark eats fish at night?
Nicky: Yup.

This dark eats a lot of things. I never have to worry about Nicolas running outside at night, because the dark might eat him. A month or two ago he was specifically worried that the dark would eat his penis. (What can I say, he is two, the anal stage.)

I think of all my kids he is the one that has the most imagination at this age, although Gabriel came pretty close. I think I may just have to write a little story some day about "the dark". All this and he hasn't even read the book "The dark is rising" by Susan Cooper yet.