We had a moment that was "scary, scary scary" this morning. Hubby woke me at 6:00 AM and said, "I don't want to alarm you, but do you know where Pete is?"
I'm wide awake.
The last time we saw him was when we tucked him in bed. (Of course, my mind is racing, thinking of JonBenet Ramsey, Elizabeth Smart, and Polly Klaas.)
I asked if he checked between the wall and his bed, as he is always falling out of bed and sleeps so deeply that he usually continues sleeping wherever he falls. Of course, he had already checked all over his room and closet. We ran all over the house checking every room and closet.
Bathrooms - no Pete.
Kitchen - no Pete.
Living room - no Pete.
Screech's room - no Pete.
Drama Queen's room - no Pete.
Closets - no Pete.
Homeschool and computer rooms - no Pete.
Laundry room - no Pete.
Attic - no Pete.
Garage - no Pete.
All the doors are still locked. We are trying not to freak out, but we cannot figure out where he could have gone. Just when we were getting ready to call 911, Drama Queen comes out of her room.
"Are you looking for Pete?" she asks.
Um, YEAH!!!!!!!!!
She proceeded to show us a little pallet she had made under her desk - which was hidden by a toy box - where Pete lay sleeping soundly with not a care in the world. She told us that he came to her room during the night and told her that his room made him have bad dreams. Little mother that she is, she took him in.
"He just went right to sleep," she said.
WHEW!!!!!
What a sweet, caring sister! What a precious brother-sister bond they have!
What a couple of stinkers they are.
The story unraveled a little while later when I went in to get them up. That's when I saw a large, homemade banner that said:
SLEEPOVER!
I asked Pete, "Did you really have bad dreams?"
He thought for a moment, then replied sheepishly, "Drama Queen planned it."
Of course, we missed every sign there was:
- Pete's bed was neatly made (he always does this as soon as he gets out of bed);
- Pete never, ever has nightmares. In nearly six years, I can recall his having only one; and
- What kid goes to his sister when he has a nightmare, anyway?
I'm telling you, I need to get my mommy radar fixed.
I asked Pete, "Did you really have bad dreams?"
He thought for a moment, then replied sheepishly, "Drama Queen planned it."
Of course, we missed every sign there was:
- Pete's bed was neatly made (he always does this as soon as he gets out of bed);
- Pete never, ever has nightmares. In nearly six years, I can recall his having only one; and
- What kid goes to his sister when he has a nightmare, anyway?
I'm telling you, I need to get my mommy radar fixed.
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4 comments:
What a pair! That is so funny.
Oh my word- I would have had a panic attack and freaked!
Wow! There is never a dull moment at your house!
That is hillarious! However, just this morning I walked into Allison's room, and she was nowhere to be found. I got Kevin and we went back to her room. She was curled in a ball next to a pile of clothes by her closet. Scared me to death.
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