"Mom, you know what?" Griffin asks me before bed as I tuck him under the covers.
"What?" I ask, giving him a kiss on his forehead.
"I have a monster."
"You do?"
"Yes. He is really big and blue and he has antlers that come out of his head like this!" Griffin gestures to the top of his forehead while he simultaneously makes a scary face.
"Wow. Is he a good monster?"
"Yes. He is a nice monster. He is my friend!"
"That's good, then."
"Yes. But he does like to eat moose."
"Moose?"
"Yes. Moose. He eats them right up!" Griffin pauses, then cocks his head to the side and asks, "Are moose good or bad?"
"Um. well, I guess moose can be either good or bad."
"Oh. Well, my monster eats them good and bad. Just moose though."
"Good to know."
A furry blue moose eating monster. I have not one clue where this one came from. Not a clue.
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