Here's some recent stories as to why we have had some minor heart attacks at our house:
A couple weeks ago we got home late from the fireworks. I noticed that we had left the front door unlocked and that made me nervous. I went upstairs to our bedroom while Caleb was in the kitchen. I turned the bedroom light on but it didn’t go on (it was turned off but the fan went on) so the room was pitch black. I carefully started toward the nightstand to turn on my reading light there and ran into what I thought was a man crouched down ready to attack me. I screamed like a girl, Caleb was understandably worried but I reassured him nothing was wrong once I realized, I in fact ran into the laundry basket that Caleb had “put away” earlier. (Apparently next to my side of the bed)Last week Caleb had a massive head ache all day. When we were going to bed I offered to get him some medicine. I grabbed some Tylenol from the medicine drawer and came back; he then asked if I had a drink. Oops, so I ran down stairs and grabbed his water bottle from the fridge. When I came back the little rat had gotten out of bed and was hiding in the office so I walked past him into the bedroom. He then jumped out and scared me. I screamed so loud, I was terrified! I threw his water bottle at him when he jumped out so he had to get his own drink. Too bad. =)
Here's a picture of me hiding in the food pantry waiting for Caleb so I could scare him. You can tell he was a little cautious because I was being so quiet in the kitchen. =)
I would love to take credit for Ashton's desire to scare people but I'm sure that comes from his father.
