I spent most of last night on the floor. Not because I wanted to. I spent the night lying on the floor wrapped in a dinosaur blanket because of nasty, scary, terrifying… WALL VENTS.

Sometime around 8:57pm my children developed an intense fear of the vents in my house. Specifically in the ones in their bedroom.

Of course.

You know, I’ve never thought of vents as scary. Just never occurred to me. That is UNTIL my eight year old sat sobbing opposite me pleading with me to sleep on the floor in his room to PROTECT HIM from the WALL VENTS.

How do you say NO to that?!

You don’t.