It was the room with the boxes marked "Upstairs Closet". In our old house, the upstairs closet was the place we stashed all those things that had no other home. And so I found pillowcases from college (gross) and prenatal vitamins (aww).
Occasionally I would knock on my son's bedroom door and deliver things to his room. The kids were in there playing and every time I entered they gave me little smirks and looked at me all squinty and weird.
Okay. That's usually best to ignore.
When I got to my very last box (woo hoo) my son came in and offered to help me. That's not so unusual. I was trying to figure out the size of a fitted sheet and he helped me locate the label. Then he helped me fold it.
As he backed up to have enough room, he casually shut the door. I looked up and caught him with a huge grin on his face, which he immediately wiped away when we made eye contact.
"What?" I asked him, suspicion in my voice.
"Nothing," he replied. "I just like helping you."
And then my daughter ran by giggling like a maniac.
"What are you guys up to?"
My son shook his head. "Oh, man. She ruined it by coming back all silly."
At the same time my daughter called out, "Don't go in your bathroom!"
My son just shook his head more.
Well, I had to go to my bathroom then. I knew what they had done.
Peeing with a fake lizard staring at you is creepier than you would think.
My son cracked me up by being so serious about his deception. He's such a little actor. I think it takes a certain amount of intelligence to pull off a prank when you're six. He had to make a plan and use teamwork. Plus, the fact that he volunteered to be the distractor is too funny.
Tonight I'm going to wait until they fall asleep and put the lizards on their pillows. They'll get a kick out of it.
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