Most people know that I am easily scared.
I have to "halfway" watch suspensful movies and TV to let myself be distracted so I don't lose my mind. This was one of Tobi's favorite things he found out when we got married. (I'm sure he knew before, but marriage provided him unlimited access to scare me in any way he deemed fit.)
It ranged from "innocently" following me outside to the laundry room, to convincing me with refrigerator magnets that our house was haunted.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Now, he has taken my sweet children, and turned them against me too.
This morning, after brushing my teeth, I exited the bathroom into what I assumed was a safe zone.
Unbeknownst to me, there was a two year old laying in wait, ready to pounce on his mother's weakness.
Before I even had time to notice him, he shouted "BANG!!"
And SHOT ME.
In my own home.
Ok, so it was a nerf gun. I still screamed like a little girl.
And he LAUGHED.
My once precious baby, scared his mama and laughed hysterically.
I don't even know what to do with that.
I am unsure how a two year old knows how to play a prank like this, but I'm a little afraid of what it means for his future.
