Yeah, I’ve noticed that too. Those bedtime tales are like our own little myth‑making, right? We hand‑pick the monsters that teach kindness, the brave kids who stand up to the dark, and the moral that no matter how messy the day, we can always tidy it up again. It’s funny because the “real” legends we’re telling are the ones about laundry piles, the art project that never quite dries, and the fact that Dad still can’t pronounce “squirrel.” Those are the stories that stick. They shape the little ones’ worlds before they even read a fairy tale. So I say, keep weaving them—maybe add a dash of honesty, a bit of the chaos, and a sprinkle of that absurd humor we all secretly love. It’s the new folklore we’re living.