I love my husband.
He came home as we were preparing to go the ball park tonight and watch my son play a Rookie Ball game. It’s like t-ball but they hit the ball that is pitched from a pitching machine. In this case, a round wheel that whirls and spits the ball out. Gorgeous night for a game. I came through the house gathering the last of the supplies – ball, hat, glove, batting gloves, cleats, the ball player, you know… the essentials.
As I gather the ball player, I noticed he and his sister are staring intently at a video my husband has pulled up on the laptop. It’s the Michael Jackson Thriller video. At the very moment this image popped up……
………. my children did this…..
Appolonya ran into the corner screaming “Why?? Why????? Why would you show us that??” I went to console her and she lashed out at ME asking “Why would you let Daddy show us that, Mommy?” Yeah, like it’s MY fault… In the meantime, Dylan is balled up in the fetal position on the floor squeezing his eyes shut and holding his hands over his ears while he’s screaming at the top of his lungs “Dad, make it STOP!” Might I add that Dad is still sitting at the laptop trying his best to not bust out laughing. I’m shooting darts at him in my mind but he doesn’t feel them.
Yep – nice, calm, peaceful night before a ball game. After the game, dear ol’ Dad had to go counsel a family and left Mommy at home to get the children in bed. After we got home and got our baths, Dylan wouldn’t get more than 5 feet from me. He sat in the floor in the bathroom while I helped Appolonya blow dry her hair. When I tucked her in, he sat at the foot of her bed asking if that man was ever going to come back. Then I tucked Dylan in. Oh goodness….. Poor kid. He finally decided it would be okay to fall asleep if he slept with every single light in his room on.
Yep – he’s asleep with every light on. ‘Cause that’s how we roll when Daddy terrifies his children.
Thanks Tommy – and thank you Michael Jackson for such a peaceful evening. Tommy – next time, you’re on tucking in duty!