Last night, my 6 years old engaged me to a “monster trying to eat me up after abducting my fave pillow” game. There was a lot of laughter, whimpering, crying out loud, more laughter and frantic pleadings for 'Papa, no more monster!'

I was actually not too keen on this game because from experience, the invitation to play always ended up with him bawling loudly that I was scaring him too much!

But last night, I realized he was actually enjoying been mauled by the “monster” because despite the occasional tears and loud protest, he persisted in wanting to be 'eaten' by papa the monster.

Anyway, to cut the story short, after 1 hour of that same game, I've had enough. I pretended to have been dead, killed by his ultra-powerful (Insert saliva-flying sound effects) karate chop . And as he was lying down, victorious over the dead monster and sniffing his pillow for comfort, I suprised him by suddenly resurrecting the monster with a very loud and evil yelp.

'Whaaaaaurgghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

Wesley leapt to his feet instantly, his eyes wide with terror and as I howled with laughter at his reaction, he dived into the beddings and cried piteously accusing me of scaring him to death.

I felt so bad and said sorry 100 times. I then hugged him tight to give him comfort. After that, I spent the another 30 minutes doing penance, stroking him to sleep.

Before he fell asleep, he said to me with this tired little voice,

“Papa, you promise me to play monster game tomorrow, OK?”

There you have it!

I think my son enjoyed being scared senseless, what with tears, loud bawling, heart-rending pleadings and all. I just hope my neighbors won’t call the police anytime soon.

That nearly scared me to death!
Let's Do It AGAIN! 

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