Last night I’d gone to bed early, but hadn’t quite fallen asleep when I heard my youngest asking her father if she could come sleep with me.  I couldn’t make out what he’d said, but a few seconds later I heard her feet padding down the hall, then click of the doorknob turning.  I laid perfectly still, could tell that she was waiting to see if I was asleep or not, before trying to sneak into bed with me.  I waited until she’d just lifted the covers and then–

“Boo!”

She screamed bloody murder and because I am, as I point out in the subject of this post, EVIL, I laughed until I cried.

“Mommy!  How could you do that to me?”

“It was easy.  I said, ‘Boo!!!!!!’” and would you believe the kid screamed again?

What can I say?  A Mom’s got to get her entertainment in anywhere she can.