Dan woke up to the sound of his daughter’s screams.

As he raced across the cold floors, his heart pounding with terror, the bloodcurdling sound faded into quiet sobbing. His young daughter was curled into a tight ball on her pink sheets, a puddle of tears spreading across her pillow.

Dan immediately pulled her into his arms, making soothing sounds as he rubbed her back in little circles. Small arms squeezed his neck while his daughter screamed.

“I promise I’ll never do it again. Please don’t leave me with the flying monkeys!”

Thoroughly confused by this point, Dan managed a brilliant, “Huh?”

“I’m sorry Daddy. I’m so sorry!” sniff “I ate the last cookie” sniff sniff “in the cookie jar. I know I said Robbie ate it but it was me.” big gulping gasp “I didn’t want to get in tr-trouble s-so I lied but then the monkeys came and brought me to the witch and drowned me in a bucket!"

As his daughter cried her little heart out on his nightshirt, Dan just sighed and took another classic off the Netflix queue.