Last night, the Hubs and I sat having a drink and watching a movie. Typical Saturday night, right?
From somewhere in the house, we heard a "thump". The Hubs thought it sounded like a door closing. I went upstairs, poked my head in both rooms. No one was moving....I came back downstairs. "It sounded like a bedroom door", he insisted.
It was a quiet sound. Like a cat.
Except, we don't have a cat.
And while the house is old, my kids are noisy and irritating enough to drive away any ghosts.
So no ghost. A ghost would be cool though.
A few minutes later, Boo came downstairs. He had fallen out of bed.
(I SWEAR, there was a lump in the bed. I swear it was him. In bed. But, it WAS dark....)
The Hubs sends him back to bed.
30 minutes later, there is a second thump from upstairs.
Sighing, I put down my drink (hey, you wouldn't begrudge me this, now, would you?) and go back upstairs. Into Boo's room.
Where I trip over him.
On the floor.
Yup. He fell out of bed. Again. And he didn't wake up.
Until I turned on the hall light.
A bleary face looks up at me from the floor: "Mooooom - why did you turn on the light?"
And I'm like, "Dude, you are on the FLOOR."
Seriously. He FELL. Out of BED.
And didn't even wake up. If that's not a sign that the boy has a hard head, I don't know what is.
Meanwhile, he just blinks at me.
I put him back in bed. And threaten a bedrail.
(somewhere in the house, a "thump" resounds)
But I gotta go now.
I have to find the spare bedrail.
My boy just rolled out of bed.
Again.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
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