I Keep Getting Caught in the Webb...
Saturday, April 6, 2013 at 10:30PM Imagine a peaceful, bedtime scene. The only light is a dim desk lamp, Eliana is snuggled under her blanket, rubbing her eyes. I am reading Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder.
Suddenly, I feel something move across the top of my head. Sure that a roach or a mouse or maybe even a squirrel is making its way down, or possibly across, my part, I reach up frantically to feel my hair, crying out,"What's on my head?! WHAT'S ON MY HEAD?!"
Giggling. Hysterical giggling, crowing, shrieking. Christian's face, full of glee and mischieviousness, pops around the frame of Eliana's doorway, and he squeals,"What's on my head? What's on my head?!" as he almost topples over in gales of laughter.
At this point, we are all laughing; I have tears in my eyes I'm laughing so hard. "You got me that time, Christian! That was a good one!"
What did he do, you ask? He snuck in Eliana's room while my back was to the door, and while she just so happened to be rubbing her eyes, and he lightly placed a dryer sheet on top of my head. A dryer sheet! As it fluttered up there and then slowly drifted off the right side, it scared the mess out of me. And I never saw it coming.
There were some good ol' Webb genes showing themselves right there. Ornery. Ornery. Ornery. I told him it was a good thing I liked him or else he would have been in big trouble...
Reader Comments (3)
Oh I HATE being scared. I don't think I would have been able to laugh that off. Good for you!
Oh I'm sure I would have been flipping out too. It doesn't take a lot to scare me.
Boys! What are you gonna do with 'em?!