More precisely Scary stories with Boogeymen, Gremlins, Foxes, Hobos, Bums, and Huxleys. Dark nights in the deep, deep forest with Stolen toys and Crying kids. In the end the Daddy or Grandpa usually saves the day by giving the baddies a timeout.
Now I know HGM wouldn’t want to meet any of these creatures on the street but she is sure becoming an avid fan of their work.
Am I raising a deranged little one or a creative genius not afraid of what lurks outside? I believe the latter.
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