T and me we have this thing……previous posts have been written about this thing…..but tonight was the first time (LOL) that I realized it.
In the bathroom doing my thing. I hear nothing. I open the door and go to walk out and T is standing there. In his pickle costume
Oh yeah, none of y’all know about the Pickle costume. For some bizarre reason T is infatuated with pickles. But not any type of pickle, his pickle. (LMAO I realize how that sounds.)
He actually has a book started called ‘The Life of Pickle. (I will transcribe and post at later date.) For Halloween he wanted to be a pickle and I actually found (well not me but I had mentioned to a co-worker who messaged me on a Saturday to tell me she had found a Pickle costume at Wal-mart.) I ran to Wal-mart and found the costume. You should have seen the expression on his face when I came home and surprised him with it. (As an aside there were three little sayings on this costume…..I did not realize….1) I am kinda a big Dill 2) Sweet Pickle and 3) Tickle my Pickle. Let me tell you #3 was cut off the costume.)
I realize you are going what does this have to do with your thing? What is your thing?
We love to scare one another. And we do it well.
When I came out of the bathroom tonight I screamed bloody murder. T has also scared the hell out of me by popping up behind me wrapped in his blanket no head while I was looking in the fridge. My revenge was to tell him that there was no one in the storage room unless the dude I had tied up under my bed had escaped. That horrified him.
So we have had a two day scare period.
Last night I am in T’s room in the dark hanging up his laundry. He had gone into the living room for something. Had no idea that I was in his room. As he walked in I said something to him about hanging his clothes up. He shrieked because I scared him. I was bent over laughing.
Second time I think he almost threw the pop at me he had in his hand.
Let us move to me……coming out of the bathroom…..and seeing the pickle…….I screamed…..thank goodness upstairs neighbors are visiting family otherwise I am sure the RCMP would have been called.
After I screamed I began laughing. (I love being scared) and T’s response was ‘Ha I am getting you back for yesterday.’
I scare a lot of people. I sorta kinda just suddenly appear where you never thought that I would be. I have caused co-workers to jump. I am silent. I am ninja like. My mom has compared me to a wraith. T has inherited that behaviour. I am sure that the next few years are going to be fun. And given that he will soon be a teenager sleeping a hundred hours a day, I will find ample opportunity to scare the hell out of him. As he will to me.
And we will laugh and laugh and giggle after the screaming stops.
***No children or mothers were hurt during this scaring episode.***