Every night I read three stories to Peach before bed. (Lib puts the Frog to bed.) She normally wants the same few books---Marvin K. Mooney ("go go go"), a book about Peter Rabbit ("peek-a-boo"), and the Runaway Bunny ("bunny one"). But last night she found a book in the Frog's room and wanted to read it---There's a Nightmare in my Closet.
This book is about a boy who is afraid of a "nightmare" that lives in his closet, so he decides to plant a trap and shoot the nightmare when it comes out. He catches it and shoots it with a toy gun. Then it starts to cry and he calms it down by having it sleep in his bed with him. Then another nightmare wants to get it, but there isn't enough room.
It's a cute book, but even cuter was Peach's reaction. We got through the book and then she said, "Monsta crying?" We went back to the page where it was shot and was crying. Then she said, "Monsta crying? Monsta shot?" I nodded and said ya. She said, "Kiss it better?" and then she kissed the monster's picture on the page. "Feel better?"
I assured that it felt better and was happy now, but she didn't want to go on. Anytime I attempted to switch books or even change pages, she was very concerned about the monster and wanted to comfort it again. It was so adorable how she kept wanting to give a kiss again and help it feel better.
She's a very thoughtful young girl. I love her. :)