Natalie came home from school and was like, "Is Bloody Mary real?"
First of all, how do second graders know about Bloody Mary? Second, maybe she didn't really know what it was. Maybe she was talking about the alcoholic beverage and yes, that is very real.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Natalie looked at me like I was a complete idiot. "Duh. You say her name and she appears in the mirror. Bloody."
"She's not real," I told her. "Unless we're talking about Mary Tudor. King Henry VIII's daughter. She was called Bloody Mary because she killed so many Protestants."
Natalie's mouth dropped open. "So she is real! How will I sleep ever AGAIN?"
Uh oh. I couldn't have her refusing to sleep. What if she wanted to sleep with me? I believe children belong in their own rooms. This is mostly because I like my space. I have enough issues sharing the bed with my husband.
That evening, I reassured Natalie that Bloody Mary was not real.
"I can't possibly take a bath!" Natalie shrieked. "What if her face appears in the mirror? I'll be DEAD FOREVER!"
"That won't happen," I promised.
She took the world's quickest bath.
When it was time to go to bed, she insisted on sleeping with the light on. She made me check to be sure Bloody Mary wasn't hovering. She also made me cover the mirror in her room.
"It's not real," I kept saying, but Natalie was like, "You just don't KNOW!"
At least she slept on her own. She's still timid about Bloody Mary though. She darts in the bathroom, does her business, and darts back out. I'm not sure how long this will last.
I wonder what she'll learn next at school? Stiff As A Feather, Light As A Board?