Aaron has suddenly become afraid of “monsters.” I guess this is normal for someone 2½ years old, but I really don’t have any source of reference on this, outside of my own paranoia. If you are an expert here, help me out. He loves Mike and Sully from Monsters, Inc., but now every monster is green, and they hide in his bedroom. Yikes! We’ve done the monster dance to expel them from our midst; we’ve searched the toybox and evicted a really cute toy bug; and we’ve tried to understand that maybe the monsters are just as scared of us as we are of them (oh, PLEASE! They’re monsters, for crying out loud!!!) You need to know that I am a monster wimp. I don’t fear King Kong, Nessie, or Godzilla, but ugly faces, little creepy things, subliminal monsters, and the paranormal REALLY wig me out. So, needless to say, my imagination can send me running for a populated room in two seconds flat. Lately, with Aaron’s fear of monsters, I’m afraid (no pun intended) that I’m not as much help as I should be. Especially when Aaron tells me, “There’s something laughing in my bedroom. It scares me.” Or when he announced last night, “There’s a monster in the window.” Where, I asked. “In the bushes.” Short of putting a For Sale sign in the yard, I don’t know what to do. It’s very hard to be reassuring when my own heart is about to beat out of my chest. Even typing this is giving me the heebie-jeebies. Someday it will all be a humorous tale. Either that, or I will be so creeped out that you’ll be visiting me at the funny farm.