A Christmas Carol.
It was a scary-ass movie for animation let me tell you.
Who knew comedian Jim Carrey would scare the crap out of me.
And, yes, K saw the movie.
But, we have been playing off the whole ghost thing to make her less scared.
"Ghosts are only in Canada" DQ tells her.
Yeah, K has no idea where that is or that she lives in the U.S....well at least can't tell you she does and comprehend it.
"Ghosts are just pretend" works a bit better.
But now Ghost is her go-to excuse.
You know when you read those cartoons and there's always a kid standing by a "ghost" kid that has NOT ME on it?!
Well, that ghost lives in our house now.
Everything that happens, K blames it on the ghost.
Or GHOSTIE as she's lovingly named it.
Recently I walked into the living room and it smelled of nail polish.
I immediately asked her what she was doing and she replied, "Ghostie painted the box" while hiding her pink polish-splashed hand.
Someone farted in the car the other day.
It wasn't me.
K was the only other person with me.
"Ghostie is stinkin' up the place!" she says.
So is it normal...just a phase...probably.
Associating a scary imaginary source with bad behavior takes the heat off of my poor girl who wants to keep her reputation clear of wrongdoing.
But, if I don't catch her right away, she'll tattle on herself, "mom! Ghostie is eating candy!"
So she's sorta honest-ish.
She'll grow out of it.