A bedtime story

"Once upon a time, in the depths of a dark, ancient forest there lived an ogre."


"... and the ogre would come to the village every night to take away all the babies who fuss when they have their faces washed, or when they have their onesies put on..."


"... but I guess you're safe because you're not one of those babies."


I figure it should be at least a few years before she's able to find out for herself that there aren't any fairy tales about fussy-baby-eating ogres.


p.s. - For those of you who might be concerned, no babies were actually frightened in the making of this blog entry.