How I Embarrass Myself Even When I'm Alone

I have to preface this little story by saying whenever I'm up in my bedroom alone, my four year old likes to tip-toe up the stairs and around the corner, then get on his belly like a snake and slither into the room and try to scare me. 99.9% of the time I know he's there. Mainly because the door will suddenly open but I can't see anyone. Then I'll see it little head bobbing up and down right before he jumps up and yells.

The other night I was hiding in my room laying on the bed playing Words With Friends, when the door opened slowly. Thinking it was him I didn't move or say anything. Just when I sensed he was right next to the bed, instead of letting him scare me, I jumped up and yelled, "Raaaaawwrrrr!"

At the dog.

She quickly ran out of the room. Luckily neither my husband or son heard me.
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How I Embarrass Myself Even When I'm Alone

I have to preface this little story by saying whenever I'm up in my bedroom alone, my four year old likes to tip-toe up the stairs and around the corner, then get on his belly like a snake and slither into the room and try to scare me. 99.9% of the time I know he's there. Mainly because the door will suddenly open but I can't see anyone. Then I'll see it little head bobbing up and down right before he jumps up and yells.

The other night I was hiding in my room laying on the bed playing Words With Friends, when the door opened slowly. Thinking it was him I didn't move or say anything. Just when I sensed he was right next to the bed, instead of letting him scare me, I jumped up and yelled, "Raaaaawwrrrr!"

At the dog.

She quickly ran out of the room. Luckily neither my husband or son heard me.
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