Okay. The things that the kids are getting scared of and being kept up at night by is getting ever more ridiculous.
Just this evening, both girls, at various points, burst into our bedroom to air their fears and ask for a reassuring snuggle in their beds.
MADELEINE: (tentatively opening our bedroom door)
ME: Who is it?
MADELEINE: (poking her head in)
ME: What's wrong?
MADELEINE: I'm scared of the BOOK I was reading. "The Cursed Child."
ME: Honey, you don't need to be scared.
MADELEINE: But it said Harry Potter died 20 years ago.
ME: Yeah, but that's just at the end of Part 1. You have two more parts to read. Don't you think over the next two parts something will happen that changes the past and makes Harry be alive again?
MADELEINE: But it's not just that. It's that it's "Voldemort Day" too.
Madeleine: not scared of any of the seven Harry Potter books. Not scared of any of the Harry Potter movies. Neither Dementors nor Basilisks nor Death-Eaters nor giant spiders could cause her alarm, but the fact that in an early section of "The Cursed Child" Harry's son went back in time and screwed with the present is giving her pre-sleeping nightmares. Go figure.
Once she was finally settled back in her bed, we had another little visitor.
JULIA: I *can't* sleep, and I'm scared about clowns and I don't like the noise my Sleep-Mate is making!
OMG. Okay. Clowns? Are you kidding me? GO TO BED, CHILDREN!
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