I tiptoed into my son’s bedroom, to see if he was still awake. He was, for I had yet to check under his bed for monsters. “Daddy can you check under me,” he asked me routinely. I leaned down, peered under, and there lay the likes of my son. “Daddy there’s someone in my bed.”
I tiptoed into my son’s bedroom, to see if he was still awake. He was, for I had yet to check under his bed for monsters. “Daddy can you check under me,” he asked me routinely. I leaned down, peered under, and there lay the likes of my son. “Daddy there’s someone in my bed.”