How I Embarrass Myself Even When I'm Alone

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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.

Comments

chickadeegirl said…
That is great!!! I wish Mike had heard you. Poor Speedy!
January 3, 2011 at 2:42 PM
Ava Z. said…
LOL

Well, the excitement will help to keep her young!
January 3, 2011 at 5:18 PM
Julie said…
Aww...too funny!
January 3, 2011 at 10:18 PM
Pat Tillett said…
Oh my! That is so funny! N
January 5, 2011 at 11:26 PM
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