Gianna's imagination has recently taken off. I am loving seeing her develop and grow up, but it's also one of those things that baffles me a bit, how she can get caught up on things. Just the other day, Gianna came running out of her room, screeching like a banshee some unintelligible rant. I calmed her down, asked her to take a few deep breaths and use her words. She obliged, and said, "There's a monster in my ROOM!" (Now, I know this is a typical fear of most children, imagining monsters in their rooms and being scared of them. I just didn't expect it to come so early.)
"Okay," I said, "where is it?" Gianna: "In my ROOM!" (Duh mom!) Me: "I know honey, where in your room? Why don't you show me?" She led me back to her room, and the whole time I was thinking there must have been some kind of bug in there, because I had absolutely no idea where she got the "monster in my room" thing from. The only "monster" she's been exposed to is Grover in "The Monster at the End of This Book." We hadn't read that book in a long time, so that's why this new fear seemed so out of the blue to me.
I expected her to point to her closet or under her bed. But she took me to her room, stood in the middle of the floor, and pointed at the carpet next to her foot and said, "Right dare! Isssa MONster! I am SCAY-uhed of MONsters!" And she proceeded to run back out of her room and hide behind me.
Trying to take her seriously, and play along, I said, "Well it's just a little monster. I bet you could scare it away. Why don't you just tell it to go away?" I swear the look she gave me I didn't think I'd see until she turned 12 or 13. The "Mom you're an idiot" look. Oy vey.
After a little coaxing she put one foot in her room, stuck her hand out in front of her and yelled at the top of her lungs, "Go 'WAY monster! No NO MONster!" After a few times doing this she looked up at me and said, "It won't go 'way." and hid behind me again. So I went in her room and pretended to stomp on it and I said, "There. Mommy got rid of it for you."
She seemed satisfied so I walked out of her room and she started yelling hysterically, "Der's anudder MONster! Go 'WAY monster! Go 'WAY!" I told her to stomp on it and get rid of it, and she did. She continued to find more "monsters" in her room for the next several minutes, and yelled and stomped on them to get rid of them. It kept her occupied for quite a while, and was pretty funny to listen to.
Yesterday I got out of the shower and I heard thumping coming out of my room, and Gianna yelling. I came out expecting to see her making some kind of mess. I was wrong. Little did I know it, there was an infestation of tiny little monsters all over my room that had to be erradicated right then and there. I wish I'd had a video camera, her intensity from the days before had increased ten-fold. She was ferocious. I had created (dare I pun it?) a monster (stomper).
Because I didn't have a camera, I staged another "monster stomp" in her room this morning. It didn't quite capture the hilarity (is that even a word?) of yesterday, but enjoy anyway:
"Go 'WAY monsters!" It's the hand out in front that gets me. Not the best action shot, but the best one I was able to get.
Gianna the Monster Slayer and her trusty sidekick Piglet.
So, if you come by our house and hear all kinds of thudding and thumping, screeching and hollering, don't worry. We're just being overrun by imaginary monsters :)