The other night Lydia and Audrey were running around being goofy. I was sitting on the loveseat in the living room, which backs right up to a shared wall with the kitchen. The girls walked around the corner from the kitchen into the living room and I peeked around the corner and said, "Boo!," giving them a little scare and they laughed a lot. Then they kept asking me to scare them again, and I kept telling them that if they knew I was going to do it, it wouldn't be a surprise, and they wouldn't be scared.
Later that evening, Lydia was in her room on Audrey's bed. They have bunk beds that are T-shaped and Audrey's bed (which is on the bottom) is flanked on each side by a dresser/bookshelf and a desk. So, she it's a cozy little nook. Lydia was looking for a book on the shelf. I took this opportunity to sneak into the room without her seeing me and hide by the dresser. She was yelling for me to come help her find the book she was looking for. I peeked around the corner and yelled, "Boo!"
Certain things hit the fan. She looked at me with a look of shock and terror, screamed, and started crying uncontrollably. I immediately picked her up and hugged her and apologized about 1,382,976 times and tried to calm her down. She sobbed as she begged me never to do that again.
The next day, I asked her, "Hey Lyd, remember when I scared you last night? It was pretty good, right?" That was a definite no.
No comments:
Post a Comment