While spending time in the kitchen recently, I hear a sweet little voice from upstairs saying, "Daddy!! Come help me!".
"What?"
"I need your help?"
"With what?"
"Things!"
"What kind of things?"
"Important things!"
"How important?"
"Very important things! Now - will will you please come and help me?"
Sigh...."of course."
At this point - I start to climb the stairs to go see what's up.
And what was up?
A prank is what was up! Pretty good one too actually!
As I'm halfway up the stairs - a big fuzzy blanket comes flying down the stairs....and traps me!
"Haaaaa haaaaa Daddy!!! You're doomed! You are stuck under my magic blanket!"
Somethings to ponder here:
The "Ha ha" part. Hmmmm.....ok - it was pretty funny.
The "doomed" part. Geeeez little man....get over yourself. It was a blanket - and I lived to type about it. Doomed I certainly was not!
The "my magic blanket" part. The blanket may very well be magical indeed. I discovered this fabled blanket in a hotel room...and it magically left with me upon checkout. So....maybe he's on to something? Maybe the blanket is magical? But...it's my damn magic blanket. I borrowed it...a long time ago - way before I met my son. So the blanket is mine little dude!
Upon escaping from the "magic blanket" - I proceeded to take it with me upstairs....and then toss it over Nicholas - and proceeded to tickle him until he was screaming with laughter. Oh...and I said he was doomed too! :)
One day I need to re-tell the story of the little boy who cried wolf to my son. I may not be so gullible the next time he needs "help". He's always got a scam brewing it would seem....wonder where he picked up that trait?
Likely Mommy. :)
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