Funny bedtime stories for kids

Every night, Milo's bed waited patiently while Milo brushed his teeth, found his bear and asked for one more drink of water.

Tonight, when Milo climbed in, the bed gave a tiny creak. “Excuse me,” it whispered. “Could you tuck me in?”

Milo blinked. “But you're the bed.”

“Exactly,” said the bed. “No one ever thinks about how chilly my feet get.”

Milo looked at the wooden legs. He pulled his spare blanket from the chair and folded it around the end of the bed. “Like that?”

“Lovely,” said the bed. “And perhaps a bedtime story?”

Milo opened his book and read the shortest story he knew. It was about a biscuit that wanted to be a sandwich. The biscuit put jam on its head, fell over, and decided being a biscuit was quite enough.

The bed gave a delighted squeak. “One more?”

“That is what I usually say,” Milo told it.

“I see why,” said the bed.

Milo tucked his bear beneath one arm. The bed held very still, as if it were listening to the quiet after the story. Milo felt the blanket warm around his toes.

“Good night, bed.”

“Good night, Milo. Thank you for remembering my feet.”

Juniper the dragon had a problem: her yawn was no bigger than a hiccup.

Each evening, the older dragons stretched their wings and yawned wide enough to make the cave echo. Juniper opened her mouth. “Yip.”

“Was that a yawn?” asked Grandpa Dragon.

“It was the beginning of one,” said Juniper.

She tried standing on a rock. “Yip.” She tried wearing Grandpa's enormous nightcap. It slid over her eyes. “Yip.”

She even tried looking at a very boring pebble. The pebble looked back in its boring pebble way. “Yip.”

Grandpa sat beside her. “What happens when you stop trying to make it big?”

Juniper curled her tail around her paws. She listened to the wind outside and the slow, soft breathing of the cave. Her little yawn came again. “Yip.”

Then Grandpa yawned so widely that his nightcap fell into his lap.

Juniper giggled. “I made you yawn!”

“A very powerful pocket-sized yawn,” Grandpa said.

Juniper tucked the tip of her tail beneath her chin. She did not need to fill the cave. Her small yawn had reached the dragon right beside her, and the cave was quiet enough for sleep.

Under Ada's bed, a blue sock and a yellow sock held a meeting.

“First item,” said Blue. “Who is going on tomorrow's adventure?”

“Both of us,” said Yellow. “We are a pair.”

“We are different colours.”

“An interesting pair,” Yellow corrected.

Blue had made a list. Yellow had brought a crumb for the meeting snack. They discussed puddles, playgrounds and whether the laundry basket was a mountain or a very tall cave.

Then Ada's bear peered over the side of the bed. “Could you discuss it more quietly?” he asked. “Ada is nearly asleep.”

Blue folded the list. Yellow put the crumb away for breakfast.

“One final item,” whispered Blue. “Where shall we wait?”

“Together,” whispered Yellow.

The socks shuffled into a neat pile by the bed. Bear climbed back to Ada's pillow. Tomorrow, Blue and Yellow might visit the playground, or the kitchen, or perhaps the mysterious mountain called Laundry.

For now, their meeting was over. Even their plans were getting sleepy.