Yeah. “I felt threatened by that miniature french poodle who came over to sniff my ankle, so I blew it in half. And then the owner looked at me in a threatening way, so...”. But in this case the daughter said she didn’t know who the guy was under her bed. Although that ranks high on the BS meter, you never know. Now I’m uncertain which situation I should have nightmares about.
I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy, there’s somebody on my bed.”