Update: I asked her what he looked like and she said, "a guy". I asked her what he was wearing and she said, "a nice shirt and bloomers". I love her!
Last night a little after midnight Jane woke up freaking out. I only heard about it the next morning since Brandt got up and helped her through it.
Aparently when he went in, she was on one side of her bed screaming about how there was "a guy" on the other side by the wall. He talked to her about it but she wouldn't budge. He sang to her but she wouldn't budge and kept screaming. Nothing seemed to help, she was sure there was "a guy" in her bed. He finally asked her if she wanted to sleep in the crib and she said yes. She went right back to sleep.
My first thought after hearing the story, besides how sad I felt for her was, "Oooh Jane, that wasn't a smart move. If there was a guy in your room you wouldn't be able to get out of the crib."
I can only think of two things that could have caused this fright. 1) The enormous Halloween statue of the Death Reaper blocking one of the isles I tried to go down at CVS. She would not follow me. We had to walk down a different isle. Or, 2) The firefighter statue at the Children's Museum which talks when you press a button. She wanted to press the button but ended up being too scared.
I feel so bad for her. I am still sometimes terrified that there are "bad guys" in our apartment when Brandt's not here and I hate that it's already started for her. Any tips? She doesn't watch real TV and rarely cartoons but I can't control decorations or things she finds scary that really aren't... Poor girly. She was still talking about it this morning and was showing us where the guy was.