Morning Humor

Hailey loves to play hide-and-seek. She's constantly asking me to count to twenty so she can hide. I usually drag out my counting while I'm doing things around the house, like gathering laundry this morning. I played a couple of times while I was gathering then headed downstairs to sort and start a load, telling her I'd be back. Apparently she didn't want to wait for me to come back. This is what I hear....

H: (Indistinct chatting to Levi then...) "Okay. One, two, three, four......nineteen, twenty." (Pause in voice, but I hear footsteps).

Exasperated, "You wasn't hiding!"

Apparently seventeen-month-olds don't make good hide-and-seek partners.

The other morning Hailey woke up early but Matt and I didn't want to get up yet so we told Hailey she could watch a cartoon for a few minutes.

H: I don't know how to turn on the TV.

M: Yes you do and I set up your show so all you have to do is turn on the TV.

H: Ok.

She leaves, but a few minutes later we hear her back, whispering in a very worried voice.

H: Daddy, there's a coat on the ceiling!

M: It's okay, I put it there last night after I ironed it.

H: (In a very worried three-year-old voice) It scare me! I thought it was a bad guy.

(She's on my side of the bed and Matt and I are laughing so hard at this point.)

M: Where did you learn "bad guy?"

H: I thought it was a munster. (monster)

M: No, it's just a coat.

H: Come look, it's so scary! Turn on the light. It's so scary.

I walked down a little later and saw why she was so scared. She had been wondering down the stairs in the dark to the light switch at the bottom of the stairs. There's a hook in the ceiling about three feet from the bottom of the stairs and on it Matt had hung my freshly pressed black peacoat. I would have screamed. Poor kid. Matt also said later that she said she thought it was a goost (ghost). Apparently our child has picked up some kind of accent some where "Munsters and goosts."