“Dad look at that.” Logan said.

“Just brush your teeth,” his dad replied as he sat on the edge of the tub. He had a long day at work and just wanted to lay down.

“But dad-”

“Logan, Daddy’s tired. Just brush your teeth and into bed.”

It was the same routine every night; bath, brush, bed, pray, story, hug, sleep. Then Daddy had an hour to himself.

“But Dad just look at that thing.”

“What thing?”

“That green thing,” Logan pointed to the tub.

“There’s no green thing. Please, turn around and start brushing.”

“Dad just look.”

“No! Brush!”

Logan brushed with disdain, while keeping one eye on the green thing in the bath tub. It bubbled and loomed over his dad like a slimy toothless walrus. It’s yellow eyes bulged in odd directions.

Logan rinsed then spit.

“Good job. Now into bed and I’ll read you a story.”

Logan waved to the green thing as his father followed him out. The green thing blinked, then reached for the tooth brush.