If you haven’t noticed, I haven’t posted in a few days. I really don’t want to get into the details, so I will just say I needed to direct all my attention to a very worthy cause.
Tonight, I helped my oldest son stage one of the most brilliant “scare” jobs on his brother ever concocted.
“concocted”…another bizarre sounding word.
Stephen had decided to take a shower in the master bath, as usual. There was a load of clean clothes on my bed. I had Caleb lay on the bed and I covered him up with the pile of clothes, exposing just one eye, so he could see his brother walk out of the bathroom. It went off without a hitch. Stephen let out a long, high pitched scream. I wouldn’t feel too bad for Stevie, he got in a couple of good shots on his brother before I pulled them apart. My thought process is we can talk about this for years at the dinner table…or therapy couch. Either way, it was fun.