Clifford and Spiderman Tackle
the Spit-Up Monster
Clifford the Big Red Dog and Spiderman jumped into the red car to
escape the Spit-Up Monster. In their hurry, their car hit the
Glitter-Bug. Clifford fell out and Spiderman went to save him,
just in time from the large, drooling monster.
"Aaaaahhhh!" said the monster, with an evil grin.
Spiderman and Clifford ran away, screaming. They got back into
the car, and instead of driving away, it went into the air and
flew away from the horrid monster.
I just love watching my two kids play. I mean, where else
-besides in a child's imagination -would Clifford and Spiderman
team up to run away from a Spit-Up Monster? The monster, of
course, is Christina, my two-year old. She's getting the last of
her teeth in and she spit up earlier in the afternoon. Hence the
name of the Spit-Up Monster. Claire gave her the nickname. She's
six, with a heck of an imagination. As they play, I lay on
Claire's bed to rest for a few minutes. "Mom just needs five
minutes, okay?" For the most part, they play well together. But
sometimes, Christina will pull Claire's hair, or they'll fight
over who gets to draw on the newer Magna-Doodle (thank
goodness there are two of those, though), or who gets to look at
a certain book. They have a full toy box of toys, plus a gallon
plastic box full of more toys in the living room. Not to mention
books out the wazoo, and even several large boxes of stuffed
animals. All this and they still seem to zero in on one book or
toy to fight over. Even funnier, Christina likes to take out all
my canned foods from the pantry to stack on the floor. It's not
like she has Mega-Blocks to do that with. Even though I am a kid
at heart, there are some things I will never fully understand.
Fwap! "Stop it!"
I opened my eyes. Christina probably slapped Claire, wanting the
Magna-Doodle. Sure enough, she had it in her lap. I sighed.
"Claire, just play with this one." The older one was
actually only a couple months older. She folded her arms and
pouted. She glared at Christina scribbling happily. "Well then,
find something else. Or," I looked at Christina, "Maybe Christina
At the sound of the s-word, Christina made a face. "Naa." With
that, she turned her back to Claire, and continued to scribble on
the Magna-Doodle. I sighed again, not in the mood to fight or
argue with Christina. "Claire, just find something else to play
with. Okay?" She pouted and crossed her arms again. "Or you can
sit there and pout." I got back onto her bed and lay down. Claire
got up and walked to me, thumb in her mouth. She put her head
down on the pillow, her face only inches from mine. Her eyes are
dark -almost like mine. Dark brown, but hers has the slightest
bit of green and gray in them. Her nose is small and rounded and
her lips are full. When she smiles, it's hard to not smile back
"Claire, sweetie. Go play. I just need another minute to rest."
She gets up, thumb still in her mouth, her other hand curling
around her hair between her fingers. She gives her little sister,
who is content, a look. I close my eyes, almost waiting for a
scream. But -nothing. I open them and Claire is at the toy box
fishing for something to play with. I closed my eyes and napped
for a few minutes, to the sound of scribbling, Christina's
constant "yeah, yeah, yeah" and Claire's croupy cough.
I woke up. It was quiet. Too quiet. Very slowly and cautiously, I
opened my eyes. Claire was sitting by the bed, watching me.
Christina…. "Where's Christina?" I asked. I sat up, my right hip
A sound emerged from the closet. Claire shrugged her shoulders.
Together, we opened the closet doors and…
…And it was the Spit-Up Monster, ready to attack. With her evil
sneer, the Monster lept
out of her cage and attacked Mother Bear! "Rowrrr!"
The girls burst into giggles. How long was I asleep? I glanced at
their small clock -with pigs and sunflowers on it- 4:15. Oh,
good. I was out for maybe ten minutes.
So, now it was time for The Talk. I sat on the floor. Christina
crawled onto my lap. Claire plopped in front of us.
"So, girls," I began. "What do we want for supper?"
"Yeah," Christina said.
"Mac and cheese."
I sighed. She says that every time. "Claire, hon. We just had
that yesterday. Try again."
Claire tapped her fingers on her chin. In serious thought. She
looked around the room. Looked at me and her little sister. She
shrugged her shoulders. "How about hot dogs with Mac and