Monsters...

No I'm not referring to my children as monsters...well not today anyway. (: I'm referring to their funny way they deal with the "monsters".
The other night, Anthony came downstairs crying because he had a nightmare about monsters. As I put him back to bed after some cuddling and convincing that bad monsters are not allowed in our house, Alex woke up briefly asking what was wrong with Anthony. I told him he'd had a bad dream about monsters.
The next day the boys wanted to dress up in their costumes. After I got them all decked out, they told me they had to get the bad monsters that had scared Anthony. I know this must have been Alex's idea, and it was a pretty cool big brother thing to do. They spent probably about 45 min taking turns getting the bad monsters. Anthony slept soundly that night. (:
Yesterday Alex and Anthony were chasing after each other and crawling on the floor while growling. I asked him if he was being a tiger or a scary monster. Alex said, "No, today I'm just a sea monster." Anthony said, "Yeah, monster." So funny.
So one day they are killing the monsters, the next day they ARE the monsters, and yes, some days I agree.