Monkey in my Bed

On Sunday night, G had his first bad dream that he remembered.  He screamed my name a bunch of times, but I thought he’d fall back to sleep.  Then he screamed L’s name, so I went in there.  He was in the corner of his crib and said “Mommy.  There’s a monkey in my bed.”  I said “G, there isn’t a monkey in your bed!  You’re the only monkey I see.” He quickly fell back to sleep after the sandman paid a visit, I rubbed his back and I tickled his face with his blanket.  In the morning we talked about it and he was adamant “there was a monkey in my bed!”. 

I later learned that L allowd G to watch "Land of the Lost" this weekend while I was away.  G kept saying 'Chaka' which I had no idea what that meant.  I have now found out that Chaka is an ape-man in the movie.  No more adult movies for G, L!!