I've been banned from scaring theBoy from inside the Wendy house. The Wendy house—a small plastic house-like one-roomed structure scaled to five-year-olds—sits next to our front gate and the Wendy house's shutters open out onto the path that leads to the front door.
When theWife moved the house to there I had pointed out to theBoy he could throw open the shutters and yell "HELLO!" to people as they walked past. I didn't want him to be sad by the house's relocation and thus offered it up as a kewl thing he could do in its new locale.
He liked that idea in concept. Indeed in execution, for sure enough he managed to scare the crap of me one morning after I returned home from a nip up to the shops.
I had to get him back. So I did, hunched over in the tiny house, waiting for him to walk past before I threw open the shutters to bellow "HELLO!" (1).
Then I got him back again and again. Indeed so far my scaring successes versus his have been four to one.
The last time I did it theBoy started crying ten seconds after the "HELLO!". It had been too scary for him.
"No more scaring me!" he said.
So I've been barred from the Wendy house. Frankly it can only be a good thing. It was, after-all, a bitch to get into.
(1) When I successfully scared him back, one afternoon when he came back home from a day's daycare, I was out later than night. I told him I'd come in to kiss him goodnight when he was asleep. He told theWife he was going to scare me when that happened, even though he'd be asleep. His plan? Wearing a scary robot mask. Later theWife went in to check up on him and he'd fallen asleep with the mask still on. Aw...
When theWife moved the house to there I had pointed out to theBoy he could throw open the shutters and yell "HELLO!" to people as they walked past. I didn't want him to be sad by the house's relocation and thus offered it up as a kewl thing he could do in its new locale.
He liked that idea in concept. Indeed in execution, for sure enough he managed to scare the crap of me one morning after I returned home from a nip up to the shops.
I had to get him back. So I did, hunched over in the tiny house, waiting for him to walk past before I threw open the shutters to bellow "HELLO!" (1).
Then I got him back again and again. Indeed so far my scaring successes versus his have been four to one.
The last time I did it theBoy started crying ten seconds after the "HELLO!". It had been too scary for him.
"No more scaring me!" he said.
So I've been barred from the Wendy house. Frankly it can only be a good thing. It was, after-all, a bitch to get into.
(1) When I successfully scared him back, one afternoon when he came back home from a day's daycare, I was out later than night. I told him I'd come in to kiss him goodnight when he was asleep. He told theWife he was going to scare me when that happened, even though he'd be asleep. His plan? Wearing a scary robot mask. Later theWife went in to check up on him and he'd fallen asleep with the mask still on. Aw...
Is that why he was wearing the mask?! So cute!
ReplyDeleteI know!
DeleteI will miss scaring him. Oh well, back to insulting songs to the tune of 'Total Eclipse'.