Scary things happen when you're a parent. Tonight I stayed up to do some house stuff and just after I turned off the kitchen lights and am standing in the dark silence of the kitchen, I suddenly hear the pitter patter of little feet on the hardwood floor, and then nothing. My immediate thought is that a ghost child is haunting me but I quickly brush that thought aside and assume a logical explanation. "Soleil?" I call. She peeks her head around the corner with the brightest 3am eyes I've ever seen. "What are you DOING honey!?" Her reply is to stare at me with a growing grin on her face as if she's been up to something but doesn't want to tell me what. How in the world is she so bright-eyed at 3am??? I'm still wondering.
This experience doesn't quite match the fright of waking up in the pitch black of night to a child staring at your face.
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