Is that a Buffalo in the Bed?

This morning Anna woke up early.  I was still asleep in bed.  She was in the shower when Kuba came in and told her he wanted to go into our bed, but was too scared.  He needed her to go with him.  So he waited quietly in the bathroom until Anna was finished.  Then Anna took his hand and they walked to the bedroom together.  She told him he could always turn on a light if he was afraid of the dark. He incredulously responded that he wasn't afraid of the dark, but he was afraid of the buffalo in the bed.  As they walked closer to the bed he clutched Anna's hand really tightly -very frightened, hesitant to move any closer.  They saw me (a shape under the blanket) with just a piece of  hair sticking out from under the covers.  Kuba said this looked just like the horn of a buffalo - so he was sure it was a buffalo in the bed.  Anna woke me up just so he could see it was actually me, his mom and that he could climb in safely.   He did, and he cuddled next to the "buffalo" for the next twenty minutes.

This is why we have so much fun all the time.
The imagination of our youngest child is vivid.