Sometimes I scare my children on purpose – and it’s fun. Sometimes I scare them accidently – and I feel so bad about it.
Today I went to check on my 2 yo daughter during naptime because she was coughing. While I was bent over my 4 yo sat up in her top bunk bed. When I stood up I really scared her. I felt so bad because she was only half awake.
I remember scaring my Mom in the mornings when I was about middle school age. The hallway makes a complete loop at my parents and the stairs come down beside a solid wall. It’s perfect to hide behind and jump out. I’m not sure if it was any fun for her, but I still laugh about it. [Hi Mom! Dad taught me how to do it. ;)]
Now I’m the Mom and my kids want to scare me.
Sunday when I walked through the living room I knew that my son was hiding, but I wasn’t sure where. I didn’t jump at all when he jumped out and shot me with his pop gun, I just continued to the bathroom.
While I was in the bathroom I heard him ask his sisters, “You wanna scare Mommy with me?”
I creeped out of the bathroom and crawled around my sewing desk because I knew they were in the closet. When they started opening the door I hollered “boo!” My 4 yo daughter screamed and laughed all at once.
The 2yo was sitting on the couch and she immediately ran to the closet, “Scare me, Mommy! Scare me!”