When my daughter was 5 I took her to a Halloween haunted house that actually had a "haunted" trail through the woods. The teenagers on the tour were freaking out, but my daughter, who was the only small child on the tour, didn't seem the least bit frightened. So much so, that the tour guide asked her something to the effect of "why aren't you scared, little girl." My daughter's reply could have come right out of some surreal M. Night Shamalamadingdong movie (although at the time no one had ever heard of M. Night Shyamalan). She deadpanned back pointing to me, and I quote, "I have a monster of my own."
Fast forward 11 years, and I'm still talking about it... and probably will be until they load me into the crematorium.
Fast forward 11 years, and I'm still talking about it... and probably will be until they load me into the crematorium.