“Mommy, there’s a big man in my room at night.”
That’s what my son told me. I didn’t believe him. My 6-year-old, Leo, had been saying it for two weeks. Every night. “Mommy, tell him to go away. He’s standing by my closet.” I thought it was nightmares. New school, new house. Kids have big imaginations. I bought him a night light, I checked his…
