ladykatza

so simon comes downstairs the other night to tell me that he can’t sleep. well… here was the conversation:

simon: um… elizabeth?
me: yes simon?
simon: i can’t sleep because there are imps in the refrigerator.
me: what?
simon: there are imps in the refrigerator.
me: what imps?
simon: didn’t you hear them open the door?
me: no. no simon, there are no imps in the refrigerator.
simon: you mean they left!?
me: no simon, there are no imps. go back to bed.
simon: but i can’t, there’s imps.
me: the imps left simon, go to bed.
simon: but you said there were no imps, you mean they just left?
me: *blink* simon. go to bed.
simon: but the imps might come back.
me: there are no imps! go to bed!
simon: *sniffle*
me: i love you simon. no imps will get you under my roof. now… go. to. bed.

simon finally goes to bed. the mystery of the imps has yet to be solved. however, we still have a gnome that turns the light off.

Current Mood:  confused