Back during the summer, the fam was out late at a local park. The sun was disappearing. Time to be heading home. Gabby was busy on the swings. She wasn’t hip to leaving. She wanted to stay!
GABBY: Why do we have to go home?
ME: (Thinking fast) Cause the freaks are coming out soon! (Singing) The freaks come out at night! The freaks come out at niiiiight! The freaks come out at night ..
GABBY: (serious) Freaks? What are freaks, da-da?
ME: Scarrrrrry people. Monster people. You don’t want to see any freaks do you?
GABBY: (kinda laughing, kinda not) Noooo.
(We go to leave. Gabby walks up to Gavin)
GABBY: Gavin. We have to go home! Cause the freaks come out at night!
On the way home, Gabby kept singing, “The freaks come out at night!,” which bothered/creeped out the Teen. I was reminded of this recently when, again, we were outside at the house and it was getting dark outside. I told Gabby it was almost time to go in, to which she responded, “Cause the freaks are coming, right da-da? The freaks come out at night. The freaks come out at niiiiiight …”