Beware! |
We were visiting/staying with my husband’s sister.
Her home was in the country, surrounded by acres of Adventure.
Our kids loved it.
They had worn themselves out running outside.
Created worlds with Lego inside.
And were finally tucked into their respective beds.
The visiting adults had followed their example and were peacefully snoring.
My Husby and I were on the hide-a-bed in the family room.
All was quiet.
I should explain, here, that the family room was situated at the top of the stairs.
That the master bedroom was down said stairs.
And that anyone wanting to use the bathroom would have to walk through our room, between our bed and the only source of light in the entire house, the glass patio doors.
Back to my story . . .
I heard a noise.
As the mother of six, I was instantly awake.
A floor was creaking.
Someone was coming up the stairs.
An adult-sized figure materialized out of the gloom beside me making their slow, careful way towards the bathroom.
For a moment, they were silhouetted against the patio door.
Then they disappeared.
I’m not making this up.
They disappeared.
One moment they were there.
A black cutout against the lighter door.
And the next . . . gone.
I sat up.
“Who’s there? What happened?”
My whisper sounded loud in the stillness.
My Sister-In-Law’s voice from the end of the bed, #$%&! Lego!”
The figure reappeared, rising up from the floor.
Its gait subtly altered, it continued towards the bathroom.
Lego is the best, most imaginative toy ever, but those who have had the misfortune of stepping on one of those little blocks with an unprotected foot know the pain.
Let’s wince together.
P.S. I've just had an amazing thought! Spread Lego blocks around the house for defense. As long as the enemy approaches barefoot, you've got them!
Yes, spread Legos around the house, then tape a note to the front door asking everyone to leave their shoes outside. That'll do it!
ReplyDeleteGenius. Why didn't we think if it before! :)
DeleteI remember that pain only too well. Sadly I think that I am the most likely to tread on them. Your average home invader is fully shod.
ReplyDeleteUnless we follow Karen's suggestion of leaving a note. I'm quite sure they'll respectfully obey. Right?!
DeleteI stepped on my share of those, too. Now it's kitty litter - we use pellets made from newspaper and they are like little rocks! Ow!
ReplyDeleteYow! Kitty litter has obviously changed since I last bought it! :)
DeleteOur grandson loves Lego....he's graduated to the vehicles constructed with teeny tiny little pieces. After he goes home we find a few stray pieces .... the hard way.
ReplyDeleteLike finding a needle in a haystack. Mom always told me the best way was to sit down in it!
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