“Can you sleep in my room tonight, Grandpa?”
Little Benny was visiting his Grandparents for the weekend and sleeping in the same spare bedroom at their house he’d slept in since he was in diapers.
“Why do you want me to sleep with you, Benny?” Grandma had already said good night to the seven-year-old, but Benny liked Grandpa to say good night last because he told such good bedtime stories.
“Because a monster might come in the middle of the night and get me.”
“No monster has ever gotten into our house before. Why would you be afraid of that now?”
“I just am. Please Grandpa?”
Grandpa knew Benny far too well not to realize what he was really afraid of.