I keep a stuffed toy at my nightstand. Not for my comfort exactly, for the comfort of a kid sleeping in a different room. Sounds odd, I know.
In the course of a room cleaning, tunneling into a pile of pillows plus other random items in the corner, I realized he was reluctant to uncover this particular toy, and flatly refused to have it on his bed.
Suddenly motionless, “Scares me at night.”
“Oh… could I have it?”
Face blank, attentive to my expression, “Um, why?”
Sensing failure for my reverse psychology I changed course, “Well… so I can scare it at night.”
A satisfied smile unfurled across his face.”Sure.”
So I keep a stuffed toy at my nightstand.