My son has had a rash of nightmares, about bad robots, bad ladies, bad mens, bad octopi, bad Supermen, bad dinosaurs and other bad things, which mostly live in the dark shadows of his room.
He asked for a night light. And I thought: well I will try anything and my daughter got one at 3 so why not.
I loathe going from shop to shop looking for things. My daughter has the Ikea flower night light and it is still going strong but I loathe Ikea on a Saturday and I remembered seeing one in a shop around the corner. So, quick as a flash, as I am wont to do, I went right out and bought one.
The light I bought was Italian, from Market Import, one of my favouritest shops in all of Melbourne which sells colourful linens and tin and porcelain from Mexico. I also came home with some goat's milk soap and two little pear plates. Arrgghh.
The supposed five minute assembly of modular bits of white bendy plastic of course became 1/2 an hour but I was most impressed with the result. Isn't it cute?
Then my husband arrived home, saw it and said it looked like the devil. Something to do with the horns. And I must say when it is all lit up it does give me a start, glowing in a slightly menacing way in the corner of the room. Especially if you walk past the bedroom and quickly glance in.
Of course it doesn't matter what we think. Little P loves it and it lights up the room like a beacon (so now he thinks it's morning when it's actually 3 am). Which then led to a whole series of conversations along the lines of 'Okay, it's only morning when mummy says it is morning. Until I say 'it's morning now!' you have to stay in bed sleeping peacefully'.
Maybe I should have been less hasty and gone with an egg light, like this:
What do you think? Devil or Cow?