Let me start off by saying that my son, Trent, asked for it...he literally asked my husband and I to scare him. We happily obliged, but after the last two incidents, we decided that there will be no more scaring going on in our household.
It happened like this...
Trent: "Mommy...Daddy...boogey boogey me" (two-year-old code for "scare me").
Me: "In a minute, bug. I have to change brother's diaper," I say as I walk into the nursery.
Trent: "Nooooooooo. Boogey boogey me nowwwwww!"
Mark: "I'll do it," he says as he looks at me and rolls his eyes. He turns back to Trent and says in his best gruff voice, "You better run, Trent. Daddy's gonna scare you."
Trent's little face lights up, he squeals his ear piercing squeak, and he takes off running into the family room. I laugh and begin to wipe Jagger's chubby bum as Mark runs into the nursery, through the Jack and Jill bathroom, and into Trent's room.
Trent begins to giggle, "Daddy, where are you?" as the pitter patter of his tiny feet begin to make their way toward the nursery. Mark stays silent. Trent walks into the doorway of the nursery, throws his hands in the air and asks, "Mommy, where's Daddy,"
Before I can answer, Mark, who was creeping down the dark hall, screams, "Booga, booga. booga," at the top of his lungs. Little Trent jumped in the air and then immediately ran forward and into the wall. Once he hit the wall, he turned around to run in the opposite direction, and ran straight into the doorjamb which caused him to fall right on his behind and begin to scream hysterically.
What does any good mother do in this situation? Well, probably run to their crying child to make sure he is okay. What did I do? I stood in place and laughed out loud because, well, it was pretty damn funny. Mark runs to Trent, scoops him into his arms, and begins to inspect his red head, while I hold the squirmy baby on the changing table and laugh hysterically. I couldn't help it! Trent soon stops crying and looks over at me. I am trying to look away so that he doesn't see me, but I keep on laughing. Mark is apologizing to Trent when the little guy looks at me and says, "Mommy, I bonka my head. I bonka my head." I look over at him sand just start laughing, which thankfully, makes him laugh too.
Fast forward a few days and Trent walks up to me and asks me to "boogey boogey" him. The kid loves to be scared! He clearly is my child because as some of you may know, I love to be scared. I will watch ghost movies (like Paranormal Activity) late at night and then think I hear footsteps, whispering, etc. and then do the same thing the following night. I used to make my poor college roommate watch these movies with me and she hated it, as does Mark now. I'm crazy! Anyhow, Trent loves when I jump around the corner and scare him. Typically, he jumps, and then laughs, and then begs me to do it again.
After a lot of begging, I walk around the corner and then jump out, which made him laugh hysterically. He asks me to do it again, so I did...about ten more times. On the eleventh time (which is probably only a slight exaggeration), I walk around the corner and pause. Trent begins to laugh and say, "Mommyyyy, where are you?" I wait and wait, and when I hear him take a step forward, I jump out and scream, "BOO!!" Trent's arms fling in the air and he screams hysterically. I begin to laugh as I run up to him to hug him. As soon as I reach him, Trent looks down at the floor. I glance at the ground and notice that I literally scared the pee out of him. I felt horrible! Trent thought it was too funny as he began to laugh and point at the puddle.
Bumps on the head and puddles of pee! There will be no more scaring in my household no matter how much the kid begs for it!
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