I should make that clear from the start although I know that you know that I wouldn't deliberately traumatise GrandDaughter.
Mummy dropped her off on our bed and while Husband got up to go and make me a cup of tea GrandDaughter and I chatted. And that's when I happened to mention the monster living under the duvet. 'Watch,' I said. 'See if it appears.'
And what do you know, there it came, peeking out and wriggling around.
When I realised that GrandDaughter was a little bit anxious I quickly pulled my toe back under the duvet and reassured her that the monster had gone. I even threw back the duvet to show her there was nothing there. It wasn't until the afternoon when she came up to the bedroom with me to get something and she made me check under the duvet again that I realised how disturbed she'd been.
On reflection I should probably have shown her that it was my toe and not a monster ...
I can see her now in years to come in therapy, 'You see, doctor, there used to be a monster living in my granny's bed.'
Someone call Childline.