Like several other b3tans ...
I have a few stories of children's night terrors to regale.

My 5yo daughter sufferered from them with rotten, red-eyed consistency for exactly 18 months. There was a bewildering array of innocent imaginary monsters, the likes of which Tim Burton with a head full of acid, couldn't imagine.

Dream bugs ... the size of a penny. If they were red, they were bringing a bad dream. If they were green, they were bringing a good dream. She once placed a used cupcake paper on her nightstand. When questioned, she replied that it was a meteor detector. And she was convinced that a purple fucking dinosaur lived under the stairs. Then, by complete coincidence, some idiot in-law gave her a Barney doll. She damn near shat herself, right under the Christmas tree, and burst into tears.

But the piece-de-la-resistance was her fear of being chopped to tiny pieces by her ceiling fan. I would loving soothe the poor child with words of "For the love of God child! It's bolted to the bloody ceiling. You're fine. Get over it." It was just as effective as singing lullabies for 2 hours at 1:00am.

Sheesh.
(Que?, Sat 25 Jul 2009, 8:22, 2 replies)

Hahaha, that gets a click just for the meteor detector :D

(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Sat 25 Jul 2009, 11:06, closed)

You got a free click.
Coz i meant to click Reply and in my slightly drunken state, hit I Like This instead!

Anyhoos.. yeah u should have put the ceiling fan on. and stuck your hand in it.. to proove to her it isnt good enough to actually slice it off. Obviously it would smart a bit tho :)
(Miggyman, Sun 26 Jul 2009, 19:10, closed)