Oh NO! The Garbage Man!

Mireya is terrified of the garbage man! She used to get excited about watching the garbage truck drive by, but ever since we gave the garbage truck and the man inside a name, The Garbage Man, she is terrified! She cries every Thursday morning when he comes and we have to cuddle her until he drives far enough away that she can no longer hear the truck.

Well, now apparently, The Garbage Man has invaded her nightmares. Poor Mookie. She woke up just a minute ago crying and I rushed into her room to see what was wrong. She was sitting up in bed, so I scooped her up:

"Honey! What's wrong? Don't cry baby! What's wrong?"

"Right there!"

"What? What's right there?"

"Garbage Man! Right there!"

"Oh no baby, there's no garbage man!"

"Right there! Garbage Man right there Mommy!"

"Ohhh, sweetie no. There's no garbage man. It's just you and me, Sara, Emily, and all your stuffed animals. I promise there is no garbage man in here, okay?"

"Okay."

"Go to sleep now baby girl."

"Okay... *pause* ...tooting..."

"Yes, sweetie, your tooting." *giggle* "Now, go to sleep."

"...tooting..."

*giggle*

Poor girl. I think next Thursday we are going to go out and meet the garbage man, so she understands that he isn't scary. As for the 'tooting', well, she ate too many fruit snacks. :)