9:30 pm in the Abbott household. All was quiet except for the droning of the television. The kiddos were asleep. Or so we thought.
A creaking sound announced the opening of the door to the boys’ room. It was closely followed by the padding of their footsteps on the stairs.
“Mommy and Daddy,” said Timothy, “we heard some funny sounds.”
This isn’t the first time we’ve come across sleep-depriving strange noises. But they’re usually identifiable. Sometimes, it’s the cats. Other times it’s thunder or fireworks. So, our natural response is to roll our eyes, (just a little), and ask, “What did you hear?”
Tonight’s response: “Bruhhhhhh-ackkkkkkk.”
I tried to stifle my laughter. After all, the boys were so serious about this sound.
My wife said, “Sounds like a frog coughing up a hairball.”
I laughed so hard tears rolled down my cheeks.
Kids. Frogs. Hairballs. Hysterical.
Guess you had to be there.
What happened to the peacekeeping monster? AWOL? Let it keep its big eye on the hairy frog.
You should hear some of the strange noises we hear in the barn we live in. (converted to our home) Maybe the ghost of a dead cow.
or a live bear.
Give them the ScareMeNots!
We’ve got 3 of ‘em! (I think we know somebody with great generosity.)