So, Glitz sees skeletons.
Or so she says.
This started several months ago. Here's the background story.
A few days after that, OG was in the garage, doing something manly with his tools. Glitz found a shiny wrench and asked if she could have it.
He said sure, but questioned what she planned to do with it.
She said "I'll take it to bed with me every night so I can smash the skeletons in the face."
Okay kid. That's cool.
Fast forward last night. She hadn't said much about them lately, but out of the blue -
Glitz: momma, momma! I saw a skeleton the other night and he had WHITE FEET!
Me: . . . yeahhhh? Um. Do they not usually have white feet?
Glitz: No. They only have wheels. I can hear them squeaking down the hall and rolling into my room.
Me: Mmkay. You go ahead and keep ahold of your wrench tonight. Smash 'em in the face if they come in.
I went in to check on her later and this is what I saw.
She's such a sweet little skeleton hunter.