The Routine Under the Bed

Every night, I go to say good night to my seven year old son.

I knew if I did not, he would have trouble sleeping at night.

I entered the dimly lit room where my son waited under his blanket.

Something was unusual about him. He had a grin from ear to ear.

You okay, buddy? Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.

I chuckled a bit before getting on my knees to satisfy him. Daddy,

there is someone on my bed.