When my two oldest sons were little they were afraid of monsters under the bed. So I made up a song, and each night when I tucked them in we sang, “There are no monsters under your bed, under your bed, under your bed. There are no monsters under your bed; they’re only in your head.” It worked well for the boys, however every grown-up knows there comes a time when we must face the darkness beneath our beds. What lurks there may not be hairy wart-covered trolls, or that creepy Burger King mascot with the abnormally large head, but dust bunnies can be pretty frightening/Cindy Hval, Washington Voices. More here. (SR File Photo)
D.F. (Dave) Oliveria joined The Spokesman-Review in 1984. He currently is a columnist and compiles the Huckleberries Online blog and writes about North Idaho in his Huckleberries column.
my two oldest sons were little they were afraid of monsters under the bed. So I made up a song, and each night when I tucked them in we sang, “There are no monsters under your bed, under your bed, under your bed. There are no monsters under your bed; they’re only in your head.” It worked well for the boys, however every grown-up knows there comes a time when we must face the darkness beneath our beds. What lurks there may not be hairy wart-covered trolls, or that creepy Burger King mascot with the abnormally large head, but dust bunnies can be pretty frightening/Cindy Hval, Washington Voices. More here. (SR File Photo)
