Dragon Slayer

I have a new title to add to my resume: I am now the official dragon remover for the back bedroom in our house.

The Mud Puddle was doing his usual toy inventory in his room while I finished getting ready this morning when I heard:”Mommy, there is something in here.”

My mind raced and stomach sank. Was it a mouse, a ghost, what? What could it be???
I hurried down the hall and he said.
“There is a dragon in my room.”

Ok, I quickly decided an announcement to any and all dragons might do the trick:”Attention all dragons! This building is not zoned for dragons, you must leave immediately and don’t come back!!”

I mentally wiped my hands and gave myself a ‘that’s that’ when the Mud Puddle informed me that there was one on the floor by my feet.

So I “picked it up”. He told me it was heavy, so I pretended it was heavy. It got loose from my arms – or so said the Mud Puddle. I scooped it up in a blanket and carried it outside.

Then there was ANOTHER dragon, this time under his bed, so I pulled it out by its tail and informed the Mud Puddle I had a tight grip and it would not get away.
I tossed that one outside and told the Mud Puddle dragon cleaning was done and it was time to go.

He has been all about using his imagination lately. He encourages me to use mine, which is funny given that I am the same person that can convince herself in five nano-seconds that the noise outside is Jason with an ax. And I am a grown up!

I hope that this dragon stuff doesn’t get out of hand; I can’t be hauling dragon butts around all day and taking his word for their escape abilities.

Of course I do have some experience in the removal of imaginary animals. When I was a little girl I went to stay at my grandmother’s house and fell out of bed. I blamed it on the gorilla that was sharing the bed with me and the next morning tossed it over the backyard fence.

Hopefully the Mud Puddle will quickly learn the value of removing your own imaginary animals, and take some pride in his work.