Ah, squiders, we all know Goodnight Moon, right? It’s a classic from the ’40s or some such. Good night, room. Good night, moon. Good night, cow jumping over the moon. And so on.
OR SO YOU WOULD THINK.
We have my husband’s copy from when he was a kid that we have recently broken out to use again with the next generation. Such a sweet, calming book.
Until you get to this page:
Goodnight nobody. Because that’s not creepy.
It’s creepy in the way that small children are sometimes creepy, like when they stare at the corner and hold a conversation with no one. You know they’re probably just practicing their language skills, but there’s some small part of you that worries that there’s actually someone there that you can’t see–and they can.
The book then goes on until right near the end:
Goodnight noises everywhere. Innocuous enough by itself, but by now I’m worried about nobody and I’ve started to wonder what sort of noises we’re talking about.
(My apologies for the crappy phone pics.)
Now, of course the story hasn’t changed since I was a kid, and I certainly had no recollection of these particular pages, but I think that (sadly) as an adult it’s easier to look at something and worry about what something means, whereas as a kid, you’re just like, “Goodnight nobody. Sure, of course, why not?” and it doesn’t faze you in the least.
Anyway! Happy forthcoming Halloween, squiders!
