“Daddy,” the BabyGirl said with a whisper. “I don’t mean to alarm you, but I think you should know there’s a monster under my bed and I can’t sleep in it now.”
She was stalling. It was nap time and she didn’t want to get into bed. Her Daddy, having long since accepted her need for imagination and often fostering it for her, knelt down and looked under her bed.
“There’s no monsters under your bed, Princess,” her Daddy said.
“It’s not a typical monster, Daddy,” she said with absolute belief in what she was saying. “It’s a monster that only comes for BabyGirls.”
“What is the name of this untypical monster which only comes for BabyGirls?” her Daddy asked, playing along with her innocence.
“The Poop Fairy,” the BabyGirl replied with wide eyes. “She shows up and puts poop in my diaper.”
“Really?” her Daddy asked with a cracking smile. “That’s not very nice of her, is it?”
“That’s what I keep saying to her, but she doesn’t stop doing it,” the BabyGirl stated. “If you’re very quiet, you can hear her.”
They both stood absolutely still and listened. Not a sound was heard.
“Well, if the Poop Fairy monster comes to visit you during your nap, you let me know, okay?” her Daddy asked.
“I will, Daddy,” the BabyGirl said, bouncing on her toes a little.
“Anything else you wanna tell me before nap time?” her Daddy asked as he motioned for her to climb into bed.
She lowered her chin, sighed in relief and touched her finger to her lower lip, rocking her hips back and forth with a message to convey through bashfulness.
“Would you believe in the Pee Fairy, too?” she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.
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