So, yeah. I'm gonna post something. I know you all thought we were dead, or had forgotten the password to our blog site. It's really been none of the above, but just plain laziness. I don't see all of YOU blogging everyday. So this might be a bit rambling, or even boring, but I need to get back into it so you all have to suffer through it. All four of you!
Braedyn has a new canned response he gives us every time we film a funny video, or take a funny picture or even laugh at something we think is hillarious! "Don't you put that on the internet!" he will scream at us.
I am not sure how I am supposed to respond to that other than by doing this.
- I give in and follow her down the hall into the bathroom or
- She pees her pants.
I never let us hit number 2.
This fear has now extended to the nighttime routine. I tuck her into bed and if I scoot her over to the wall, you know, next to the deep dark crevasse of evil where the wall meets the bed, I have to be careful because the claws come out and embed themselves in the nearest area of my flesh. That's when the ear curdling cries start as well.
So, I have learned NOT to scoot her towards the wall.
Most recently she began telling me she didn't want to sleep on the lower bunk. She was scared.
Me: "What are you scared of Em?"
Em: "I hear noises at night!"
Me: "Emily, that's probably Charmin walking around, or me getting up to check on you because you moan at night, or mommy getting up to go potty."
Em: "No, they are other noises. Its not Charmin."
Me: "What kind of noises?"
Em (speaking in COMPLETE seriousness): "I can hear a man walking around the house and he is carrying a sword he wants to stick in me."
Now I try to be a good dad. I try not to laugh when my kids say really funny stuff. This time I kept my composure, but I swear I heard Braedyn chuckling in the upper bunk.
Me: "Have you ever actually seen the guy walking around the house with a sword at night? Because I think I do a pretty good job at keeping strangers with swords out of the house at night."
Em: "I'm SERIOUS!"
And she was.....
I keep looking for evidence of a late night swordsman. If you see one in my neighborhood, or yours, please, let me know.
You're creepin' me out, man. I am putting my fingers in my ears, singing "La la la la" and pretending there's no way my house could be haunted with weird, stabby ghosts that only kids can see.
ReplyDeleteAny chance someone sleep walks? Just a thought. I was the opposite, though, I couldn't sleep unless my back was against a wall. Maybe you could catch something on video just in case you do have a ghost.
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