When I was little, there was an event in my life that I will never forget. What I remember is sitting at the dinner table with my uncle and my dad. I had my back to the window and was sitting in my highchair. My dad and my uncle started looking at the window and each other. They would look….then look at each other….look at window and then each other. All of a sudden…..THEY BOTH JUMPED UP SCREAMING…..they ran to the other room. Meanwhile, I am still strapped in the damn highchair expecting God knows what to grab me and eat me…I am pissing and crapping all over myself I am sure. I can’t get away!!! My mind goes blank after that. Maybe my mom came and saved me who knows. They were so mean to do that to a little child.
Fast forward to when my children were small. I, being the victim of such a cruel act, could never do that to my children. Or could I? Yes, I did torture them a little when they were smaller. It seemed like they enjoyed being scared. Now, I would never do it when they were not in a position to get away…like being locked in a HIGHCHAIR!!!! I did things under my breathe or by sounds. I would send my son down stairs for something and tell him there was nothing there that was going to get him…he would go and I would say something like …Just watch out for that spider. I may send him to another room and then bang on the wall real loud. He would always come running back to me and jump in my arms. I would show him what I did do ease his mind. It was a game and yes it was probably more fun for me than him.
A couple of years ago, we had an Iron Man mask that lit up and talked. He was in the shower, and I turned the light off and let the mask do it’s thing. He pulled the shower curtain off the wall. Good times. I don’t really do it anymore because he has his sister to have scare battles with now. Let’s just say that she is sneaky!! I fell out of the bed the other night and threw a pillow at her.She may have startled me a little. What goes around comes around I guess. My son still owes me.