Some of you know this and some may not. I scare easily. I was actually frightened watching a You Tube video yesterday. It was supposed to be a baby laughing a fart noises. At the end of the minute long laugh session an exorcist like face popped over the baby's face and screamed a blood curdling shriek. I haven't stopped thinking about it. When the Sixth Sense was released my mom MADE me watch it. I had just started x-ray school and could not go into the darkroom to develop films for months. I had to take someone in with me. So, this was a conversation that ensued last night as I was leading my daughter into the bathroom to brush her teeth:
LF: (while turning around and looking into the deep dark hallway) You coming?
Mom: Who are you talking to honey?
Mom: (with a quivering lip) Her who, there is no one there.
LF: Her, on the floor.
Mom: (with a tear in my eye) Honey, there is no one on the floor. Who are you talking too?
LF: (with a smirk) Grandmom.
Was it a pretend friend? Was it a ghost? I don't know and I do not want to know. I'm all for encouraging the creative mind, but it absolutely can not be at the expense of my sanity.
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