This morning at 3am I woke with a gasp. I heard footsteps on the stairs. Loud footsteps. Leo whimpered a little bit. I didn't even have to wake Bob up. He heard them too and grabbed the baseball bat by his side of the bed. It was the absolute fastest I have ever seen him move in the middle of the night. Normally I hear something and beg him to go check it out so that I can fall asleep. Or he'll mumble..."If the dogs aren't barking, we're fine."
So when he jumped up and grabbed the bat, I stopped breathing. Bob doesn't panic. He ran to the door, and I ran to the boys room, ready to barricade us in and call the police while Bob fended for himself. Aid was gone.
Gone, stomping down the stairs in the middle of the night.
Little bugger must have had a dream and thought it was time to get up cause he was half asleep stomping around!! He crawled into bed with us and all was right in the world again.
Whew.
Lol! You guys are so brave!
ReplyDeleteYou actually have a bat next to your bed?? I used to have a fishing net but that was to catch random bats that would pay us a visit at night!
ReplyDeleteGlad everything was ok :)
My heart was racing there for a second! I'm glad your intruder was only an adorable 3 year old!!
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