Nite Nite

The babysitter on the phone (of course). See how big that phone is?

When I was little I had a magic blue rock that would keep the monsters away, because when you’re seven, you tend to take the whole monster thing pretty seriously. It’s worse when it’s the sitter looking out for you instead of mom and dad, because the sitter might not be as good at finding where the bad things are hiding. Certainly the little boy (Brady Bond) in Nite Nite (written and directed by Chad Meisenheimer) has some serious concerns about his usual bedtime ritual.

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