Tonight Miss Add and I met up with Aunt Lou to check out her new car and grab a bite to eat during an impromptu girls night out.
Right off the bat table talk was consumed by tales of who's who...
No, not the typical girlie gossip.
But, rather a primer on Addie's nicknames for everyone.
Miss Add was asking about Pooh (Daddy) and telling Kangaroo (Aunt Lou) that Mommy was Tigger...
Hoo Hoo Hoo
Then the waitress asked my darling two year old her name and Add didn't miss a beat and said, "Elephant"...
After introductions were over, discussions quickly shifted to the latest mystery at the Goode house.
I began telling Aunt Lou about how freaked out I was earlier in the week.
Ya see, the other night Pooh was away and Tigger was putting Elephant to bed when something caught my eye in our big bay window...
Someone had written the words "HELP US!" on the outside of the window. Even freakier, the culprit took the time to write it backwards so that it could be read clearly from inside the house!
Upon closer inspection, there were more unintelligible words jumbled below the call for help.
This beyond freaked Ole Tigger out.
Que the scary music. Was I in a slasher film and unable to read a clue that would save me and my Elephant???
After making a panicked call to Pooh--who was TICKED at the jerk who wrote that fearful note-- I quickly took Elephant and locked ourselves in my bedroom for the night. Because evil could get through a deadbolt and front door lock, but my puny bedroom lock would protect us.
Anyone who has ever slept in a bed with a two year old knows this decision-- on a work night -- was not made lightly.Long hours of tossing, turning, sleeping on 1/10 of the bed and gasping every time I heard something go bump in the night followed. Then, it was time to go to work.
The next day Pooh inspected the evidence and became angry. If someone thought this was a joke, he was not laughing. Jokes are great, but scaring his family was no laughing matter. He made calls to the usual suspects and no one was confessing... He vowed to give the culprit a talking to when he identified them.
With no identified suspect, what is a mother to do?
In my stealth-like CSI method, I put Elephant's sidewalk chalk out on the front porch.
If someone wants to send me a dag-gone message, then by gollie they should write it out so I can read it!
I mean if someone had given Jason or Freddie a way to truly express themselves creatively, maybe they would have turned out a little differently... Just sayin'
As I told all of this to Kangaroo, I shared how violated I felt that someone would come right up on my porch and write this while I was away.
A big grin.
Uh oh... I think I found the culprit...
All I could think was how MAD Pooh was going to be at Ole Kangaroo... She had NO CLUE what she had just gotten herself into.
She then laughed...
While I could see her side of this--humorous as it was-- did she REALIZE that I lost an entire night's sleep over her prank...
"Mike did that months ago, don't you remember?"
"Yeah, we were on the front porch and you locked us out. He wrote that on the window trying to get you to let us back in. You were right there the whole time."
So we have learned a few things here this evening...