Hair Eating Monster.

Last night after we put the boys to bed, Oscar came into our room.

Oscar "There is a monster in my room."

Me "Oh really, well did you say hello."

Oscar "No, says he just wants to eat my hair."

I told him that only nice monsters hang out at our house. He asked if I would lay in bed with him for a bit, and of course I did. Then Bryan took a turn.

It really must have been a nice monster, because when morning came, Oscar still had his hair.