The Nightmare in the Milk Case

Nocih (which means my grandmother in Nahuatl) sometimes takes me to the grocery store with her. Today we needed some mushrooms and chicken so we spent some time going up and down the aisles.

I like to visit Nocih because she loves to read to me.  We have fun reading and sometimes I get to spend the night.  I like spending the night because I am learning to speak Spanish. I am also learning about Mexican food, stories, and customs.  I especially like learning about the cucuy.

That cucuy can be a tricky one.  Sometimes he’s outside with me when I’m supposed to be inside.   Sometimes he comes by the park at the most inconvenient times, like when I’m on the “weeeeee” and Nocih wants me to get off so we can go home.  Sometimes he lurks when I get too adventurous and I wander away from Nocih.

Sometimes he’s not called a cucuy, but a pesadilla. I have a book called There’s a Nightmare in My Closet that actually has pictures of two of them.

Sometimes the only part of him I worry about is la mano peluda which can be found under Nocih’s bed late at night. Although, I’ve never seen his hairy hand….until today.

Nocih and I were minding our own business at the grocery store. All of a sudden she gasped.  I looked at her and she pointed to the milk in the big case along the wall.

All of a sudden the small milk cartons moved. I stared.  Then they moved again. I think my eyes popped out of my head!! Then I saw it.  A HAIRY HAND!

This big blue hand came out of the milk case and was trying to grab the milk.  My heart pounded and I wondered why Nocih was smiling.  She stood there just staring! The milk kept moving! I yelled, “No, no, esa leche es para los bebes! No, no!”

Nocih kept laughing while I just wanted to leave.

After what seemed forever she finally pushed on the cart and said, “Ok, that’s enough. Say bye-bye to la mano peluda.”

I said, “Bye Mano Peluda!” as loudly as I could as I hung over the side trying to see past Nocih.

As we walked away I heard him say, “Bye!!!”

He talks!

Later when we paid for the food in the cart, I told the cashier all about the hairy blue hand that was in the milk case. I don’t think she believed me.

Note: Avi is two and a half. He is bilingual.He is brave. He is funny (and he knows it.)

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About Caro

I am a social worker by training and a peace officer by profession having worked with California’s delinquent youth and young adults for 28 years. I firmly believe that our development as humans depends on our environment and that sometimes we get stuck. As such, I write about those things we sometimes ignore or fail to see until we are forced to pay attention.
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One Response to The Nightmare in the Milk Case

  1. katmulkey says:

    Ha! I love this story! Makes me look forward to Leo’s scary adventures.

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