The Basket Monster Strikes Again!

The Basketmonster
The Basket Monster

AAAAAGH! The Basket Monster is chasing me around the house! I ran around the kitchen island in circles before dashing through the living room, the Basket Monster hot on my heels….

Just as I thought I’d lost it, I turned around to find the Basket Monster RIGHT BEHIND ME, blowing my hair back with its mighty “RAAAWWWRRR!”

I escaped to the bathroom and thought I was safe, but the Basket Monster walked in, flickered the lights off and on and started shrieking, horror-movie style. Oh no!

But before I got TOO scared, my three-year-old flipped the lights back on and started giggling. “It’s just me, mommy!” Brontë said.

Lately, Brontë has been consumed with monsters. Monsters haunt her dreams and hide in her closet. We had to start performing nightly monster checks while administering No-Monster spray in her room before she could go to sleep. She insists her closet be COMPLETELY SHUT before I leave the room.

Monsters might slip through the cracks. You never know.

Because monsters wreak all manner of havoc, and sometimes adults cover it up.


Brontë (noticing the bandaid on my arm after a blood test): MOMMY! You hurt? What happened?

Me: It’s okay. I just had a blood test.

Brontë (sighing knowingly while patting my shoulder): Monsters?

Me: No, not monsters. The doctor.

Brontë (thinking I’m clearly feeding her a line of crap): Monsters. NOT Doctor Stuffins?

Me: Blood test.

Brontë (patting me gently while refusing to indulge my fictions): It’s okay mommy. Monsters gone now.


One of the less intimidating monsters

Perhaps to deal with her monster angst, Brontë has begun playing the monster herself. We usually go grocery shopping on Sunday, and she likes the cart with the car attached to the front.

Last time we went, she decided to reach out from her car-cart and grab people’s ankles as they were walking by. She pounced on them while growling, “MONSTERRRRRRRR…”

There were mixed reactions.

Some people found toddler-monster-ambush hilarious, chuckling as they walked ahead, while others looked at Mommy like she had clearly lost her mind, allowing that much willful irreverence in a grocery store.

Either way, it sure amused Mommy.

And when we went home, Brontë donned the Laundry Basket.

Sometimes, to defeat the monster,

You must…

Become the monster.


2 thoughts on “The Basket Monster Strikes Again!

    1. Thank you, I think she is too 🙂

      She absolutely wasn’t buying it. She had a very skeptical look on her face, as though she couldn’t figure out if I was really that naive or just bravely trying to cover up the monster incident to protect her. Brontë is convinced that monsters are responsible for 99 % of injuries and mishaps 😀

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