I'm sitting in Thad's room while he falls back to sleep. He has been obsessed with this stuffed owl all day and took to to bed. He is stroking it and sighing happily but...the fucking owl is looking at me.
LOL. I had Lillian in my bed one night and she had a big owl head/face on her PJ top. I woke up at one point with it staring right in my face. I was very confused and scared.
So, my kid sleeps like a psycho (aka me) and woke up every time I tried to leave the room. So, I slept on the spare bed in his room. I rolled over this morning and Thad was standing up in bed holding the damn owl in my face!
G calls owls owies and signs "pain" when she hears them mentioned, which is too cute to be scary. But DH got his head clawed by a barred owl a few weeks ago while running on a nearby trail at sunset. Luckily he's fine, but they're intimidating!