What's more, for a year she happily read a kid's book about Halloween creatures: she liked the colors, she liked the blinking lights, she liked the noisey affects. But -- again this week -- at some point this week she began to get scared whenever she turned the page to see a vampire, and all but emptied her bowels when the book would give a MU-HAHAHA sinister laugh at the end.
I may have to reevaluate the nursery versions of NIN songs that play for her as I put her down for the night.
