BEDTIIIIIIE

When it's bedtime Peter can just give Jake a look and Jake knows what it means and yells "BEDTIIIIIIIIIIE!" He is usually very good about bedtime and doesn't have much trouble going to sleep by himself if he has his three main staples; blankie-milk and pwiwoh(pillow) that he now calls his "pillow pet" because he has seen the commercial of the pillow that is a pet, it's a pillow pet! In other words a stuffed animal that turns into a pillow for only $20!
He did have some trouble going to sleep for about a week. He was terrified of being in his bed and his only comfort was that he felt it was safe behind the door. So we let him fall asleep there and put him in his bed after he fell asleep. Finally he told us that he was scared of the shark that was going to get him. What could we do but kill off the shark and make it safe again for him. The killing of the shark consisted of giving Jake a foam sword that makes a "chink" sound and spraying lavender "shark killing spray" around the room. For the most part that did the trick and he was fine in his own bed. The occassional sighting of the great white is now turned into a rational mentioning that there are "no more sharks, they are all gone," with a shrug of the shoulders and upturned hand,and he is fine with it. Such a reasonable child.
The culprit? Monsters Inc. which has been banned from this household. At least for awhile until he can handle the monsters coming through doors bit. Maybe not until he's twenty? What do you think?