"Scared me," he said. "I scared."
The husband rolled out of bed and gathered up the kiddo, taking him back to bed. I heard the two of them talking as the husband tucked in The Boy, but couldn't make out the words.
"What'd you tell him?" I asked when the husband returned.
The husband explained he'd put The Boy to bed with his menagerie of stuffed animals.
"And I told him, his animals would protect him. That they'd watch out for him, because they're the best watchers there are. When Momma goes to sleep, she closes her eyes. And when Daddy sleeps he closes his eyes. And when Joce (our cat) sleeps, she closes her eyes. And when he sleeps, The Boy closes his eyes.
"But his animals, they NEVER close their eyes."
I'm creeped out, but The Boy seemed to be comforted.