2-15-06

Why is it that living with a two year old is like a horror movie? The house is suddenly eerily quiet (a pin could drop); out of the corner of your eye you see something race by at speeds so great your not sure if it was your imagination. You tip toe quietly around not seeing anyone at first but in the corner behind a chair you see a tuft of hair and an eyeball. At this point you know he is up to no good. As you pull the chair back he screams clutching at his prize(in this case a bag of potatoes).As you try to retrieve the prize (potatoes) wild manic shrieks come out of this 28 lb. child. He is thrashing trying to reclaim his prize all the while piercing red arrows of death are shooting at you with his eyes. Now at this point knowing he has lost he throws his body back as if you have used some sort of paranormal blast from your fingertips and as quickly as this started it stops. He looks up at you with big round eyes and gives you a look like it doesn’t matter he will have the last laugh… and he then laughs. Slowly you back away, looking down at the prize then realizing. A silent scream comes from my mouth, “Crap how many potatoes has he hid in this house!” … this movie isn’t over.