The stories behind the stories I write
Haha! those are great! One time, without even trying, I found myself trying to knit sentences in French. Put me right to sleep, it did.
Any one of those would have worked way better than my babysitter telling me about the Sandman, a strange man who sneaks into your bedroom and pours sand into your eyes. That is not what you say to get a four year old to relax. When she opened the bedroom door to check on me a couple of hours later, I nearly jumped in terror.
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