Eggmus: Cthulhu

Epsilon likes calamari. So, of course, over appetizers, my partner tells him about

a giant calamari-like Old One who sleeps at the bottom of a mountain that lies at the bottom of the sea, and eats ships and other passers by.

Ever since, Epsilon has been wiggling his fingers at his father, and declaring "Mean Cthulhu, you lunch!" However, when the play wanders in my direction, he says "Nice Cthulhu" and gives me a tentacled kiss.

Now, if he's cranky and needs comforting, he'll calm down to stories involving diggers and princesses that Cthulhu will alternately eat or play with.