Caleb was terrified of monsters creeping into his room in the middle of the night.
Despite my best efforts to reassure him that monsters do not exist, he remained terrified.
He was terrified until Dad put him to bed one night.
Right in the middle of our nightly-scheduled-monster-trauma, Dad let out a big fart.
It was big and it was loud and it smelled horrible.
"Don't worry Caleb," Dad said with a look of complete satisfaction on his face,
"no monster will ever visit our house when it smells like this.
Did you know that monsters are scared of my farts?"
A large grin spread across our four-year-old's face.
And for the first time in months, he slept without a worry in the world.
Goodnight kisses are no longer complete without a goodnight fart from dad.
Caleb is now under the impression that mom farts away the scary shadows.
Believe me, I am never going to try.
Never ever.
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