Mads is four years old. I have teenagers, so I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have someone young.

She was playing with Playmobil, and so I went to do some work on the computer. But it never occurred to me how overrun my house was with monsters. Shadows were monsters. Sounds were monsters. I should have taught her my techniques for monster dealing, and that’s hiding under the covers and weeping.

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