When Cookie Monster Comes Tap, Tap, Tapping at your Window

Yesterday morning Beanie woke up talking happily, and LOUDLY to Cookie Monster. "HI COOKIE MON-TER! HEYYYOOOO!" And then he started crying. And then he ran into my room and climbed into bed and told me Cookie Mon-ter was in his room, drinking all the water from his cup and "sceamin' and c(r)y-in'" in his window. He looked at me and closed his eyes tightly. I asked what he was doing and he said "Coze my eyez. Cookie Mon-ter there!" For the remainder of the day he went walking around the house calling for Cookie Mon-ter. "COOOOOOOKIE MON-TER!!! HEYYOOOOOO!" I told Emily, "wow! I love how his imagination is really developing!"

Well, that vivid imagination came back to haunt me last night. When I went to tuck him in he started to cry, which he rarely does at tuck-in time. He told me again that Cookie Mon-ter was in his room, tapping on the window. I reassured him that Cookie Monster was gone because I sent him back to Sesame Street. I also reminded him that the one-hundred-bajillion stuffed animals in his bed would scare Cooke Monster off, should he wander back in accidentally.

This worked ok, for a bit. He woke up crying a few hours later and asked (fretted) worriedly, "Cookie Mon-ter NOT in my woom???? He not here?? He back in Tetamee Teet????" And I spent the next 40 minutes reassuring him that yes, he was gone and he wasn't coming back. Mommy said so, OR ELSE. And then Mommy secretly wished for Cookie Monster to suffer a chocolate chip cookie overdose and leave our sacred sleep alone.