M daughter A wakes up in the night screaming because of her bookshelf. She says it looks like a wolf that's coming toward her. She knows it's a bookshelf, but still reacts that way. Sometimes I drape a blanket over it. Here's what happened the other night.
A: Dad, the pink blanket fell off the bookshelf.
Me: I'll put this Tinkerbell blanket up now.
A: Maybe it will look like Captain Hook is coming after me!
Me: I don't think so. It's mostly blue.
Z (chiming in from her bed next to A's and not afraid at all, she just wants to make trouble): Now it will look like blue wolves coming after you.
A: There's no such thing as blue wolves.
Z: Maybe they fell into a can of paint. That would be funny.
(Concerned about how she is goading her sister, in a split second I miscalculate and say) Me: I'm sure that those blue wolves would go after Z first because she is laughing at them.
Z (her eyes widening in terror): But maybe they would understand I was laughing because it really was pretty funny.
Me: *Sigh.* Kids. There are no wolves in your bedroom. No blue wolves, no wolves of any kind.
Z: Now I'm scared, too.