Thalia is strangely obsessed with my CPAP. Each day, no matter how much we insist that she is not to play with Daddy's machine, she can't resist sneaking into our bedroom to investigate the strange contraption that I keep stored in a cabinet next to my side of the bed.
She needs to pull it out and push the buttons that make it light up and hiss like a threatening serpent.
She needs to build a shrine of toys and dolls on the floor surrounding it like a virgin sacrifice to an awesome and mysterious deity.
But it's very frustrating for me to come into my bedroom and realize that my CPAP has been blowing air all day, and I often hurt myself on a toy that she's left there...
I think I have a better understanding of how primitive tribes may have developed strange rituals to appease the angry gods...
