a bedtime story from me to you

I’m laying next to Sophie in her room, holding her close. This weekend she had lots of kid company and a busy day so thus a hard time calming after bath. I hold her and soothe her and soon she is curled up, legs intertwined, peaceful. We breathe together for a while and my mind wanders. Then:

Sophie: “Mama, you know what crab’s mouths look like?”

Me: “What?”

Sophie: “Crab’s mouths. You know what crab’s mouths look like?”

Me: “Um…”

Sophie: “They look like pinchers. Like this.” [Soft, clopping sounds as she snaps in the dark. I am speechless.] “I’m going to have a bad dream where I’m on the beach and I’m barefoot, and I’m running and there are crabs buried with only their mouths out and they bite me on my feet.”

[Silence]

Me: “Sophie, that’s really scary.”

Sophie: “Yeah well, I guess I’m going to have that dream.”