Lately the Schmoop has been getting scared more often. It's not just at bedtime, when one could claim it's just another way to stall going to sleep. He keeps saying that there are monsters in the apartment. I told him there aren't any monsters. I explained that the noises he hears are the neighbors above or beside us who listen to loud TV and stomp around all the time. Still, he insisted that monsters are lurking behind doors, under his bed, on the window sills. I told him Mama, Daddy and Abuela are here to protect him. That he doesn't need to be scared. My husband decided to tell him to pull the covers up all the way when he gets scared. This sounded like a suffocation risk to my mother, but E thinks his father's a god and heeds his advice above anyone else's. Now my mom and I check on him doubletime to make sure the comforter's not constricting his breathing.
We're not sure what to do about the monsters. Do we ask him what they look like and risk enabling his idea that they exist? Do we keep insisting there are no monsters? Could this be related to his recent fixation to dinosaurs? I'm not sure what to do about the monsters. It is so sad to see the Schmoop wide-eyed with fear. How can I take the fear away?