Um, yes. They were making him an Egyptian coffin. Okay.
So they've been playing with it all week.
Last night when my husband came home from work he asked me, "Where's the boy?"
"Playing in the family room," I answered.
But we couldn't find him. Just as I was really starting to worry we heard snoring.
From the sarcophagus.
He had climbed in, closed the top and fallen asleep.
What's the scariest noise for any parent to hear?
Silence.
Even in Ancient Egypt.
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