On the way up to bed tonight:
Maggie: Mama, will you be a monster?
Mama: Sure! Roarrrrrrr!
Maggie, looking nervous: Wait! Um, can I be a monster too?
Mama: Sure!
Maggie: Ok, since we are both monsters, we can touch each other.
Mama: Ok…
Maggie: Let’s hold hands on our way upstairs.
Mama and Maggie, holding hands: ROARRRRRR!
Update—the following night, with Sarah out of town:
Maggie: Daddy, play monster!
Daddy: Ok. Roaarrrr!!!
Maggie squeals, makes it half way up the stairs, and says, “Wait! I’m a monster too!”
We hold hands the rest of the way, roaring together.
Update—yet another night:
Maggie: You know what? I’m super tired so I runned out of energy. That’s why I don’t want to play monster.