Because I am Evil…

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.

7 Responses to “Because I am Evil…”

  1. susan Says:

    That is too funny

  2. Ginger Says:

    Too funny, I would do the same thing. When my son was a toddler, I would hide in the laundry room, wait until he would come around, and then… Boo!!!, and chase after him. Oh what fun and best of all the memories. Thanks Rhonda for bringing that one back. Have a great weekend.

  3. Lizabeth Says:

    I love it!!
    Your house sounds like a lot of fun!

  4. Kathy Says:

    What fun! Yesterday #4 and I were at Walmart. I, of course, was hobbling slowly down the aisle trying to catch up with her when I spied 3 teen boys slowly creeping behind her. One had apparently sampled garments from the Halloween department and crept behind her with a long, hooded cape, moaning a high-pitched wail. The other two were hiding behind the end of the aisle laughing, “Let’s scare her,” they whispered. I’m thinking, and rush as fast as my crutch and knee will allow, which is as slow as a snail in a race, to stop them. When I reach the aisle, I find them laughing hysterically and #4 no where to be found. I searched 2 aisles before I found her, breathing hard, scared half out of her wits. How odd that I could have stopped the whole thing by simply yelling at the boys to stop.

  5. Andrea Laurence AKA Smarty Pants Says:

    Rhonda, you were just paying her back in advance for a night full of kicking, elbowing, flip flopping wiggly-ness. Kids get ants in the pants the minute they hit a grown up’s bed.

  6. Fedora Says:


    That sounds awesome, Rhonda! I’ll have to try that myself sometime… heh! Happy Friday, everybody!

  7. Danniele Says:

    Hilarious!!! Although I won’t be able to use it. We won’t let our kids sleep in our bed. I know, I’m a party pooper.