Wednesday – The Haunt
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I was approached by a throw blanket with a wooly fleece lining last night. It stood just over three and a half feet tall, and the fleece side of the blanket was out, since dark blue blankets do not make good spooks.
“Whhoooooaaaaaaaaa,” the blank said, “I aaaaammmm aaaaaaa ghoooooost!”
“Uh-oh, honey,” I said to my husband, “We have a ghost. What are we going to do?”
“I wouldn’t worry about it. It’s just a tiny one.”
“Nooooooooo!” cried the blanket in its low, spooky voice, “I’m not a tiny one! I’m a biiiiiiggggg ghooooooost!”
“It says it’s not tiny; it’s big,” I told my husband.
“A reallllyyyyy biiiiigggg ghoooost!” the ghost said.
“Oh, in that case, I don’t know what we should do. We can’t have big ghosts taking up space in the house.”
The ghost threw up its arms and the blanket fell off to my son’s shoulders, revealing his tousled hair over a pair of bright eyes.
“Surprise!” he exclaimed.
“Look, it’s not a ghost at all,” said my husband, “It’s just Sweet Pea!”
“Did you thought I was a real ghost?” Sweet Pea asked.
“I was kind of worried the house might be haunted. I’m glad it was just you,” I told him.
“Mommy,” his beaming smile faded to more somber expression, “the ghosts that look like blankets aren’t the real ghosts. Those are always the pretend ghosts. So if you see a ghost that looks like a blanket, it’s not real, okay?”
And I thought all that time he spent watching Scooby Doo was wasted. It turns out he was paying attention and learning how to spot fake ghosts.
“Okay. Next time I see a blanket ghost, I won’t be afraid. I’ll just try to see who’s hiding underneath it.”
“Good idea,” he said, and gave me a thumbs up.
My son has two main jobs at his tender age; learning about the world, and making sure he shares that knowledge with the people in his life so we can be as wise as he is. So all of you reading this, know this is true: real ghosts are probably not covered in fleece. If you see a fleece covered ghost, there is probably a small child hiding beneath a throw blanket.
(If, however, you have no small children in your house and find you can walk through the fleecy ghost, there is a possibility that you are being haunted by the ghost of a sheep, but that would be a whole different entry).
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I was approached by a throw blanket with a wooly fleece lining last night. It stood just over three and a half feet tall, and the fleece side of the blanket was out, since dark blue blankets do not make good spooks.
“Whhoooooaaaaaaaaa,” the blank said, “I aaaaammmm aaaaaaa ghoooooost!”
“Uh-oh, honey,” I said to my husband, “We have a ghost. What are we going to do?”
“I wouldn’t worry about it. It’s just a tiny one.”
“Nooooooooo!” cried the blanket in its low, spooky voice, “I’m not a tiny one! I’m a biiiiiiggggg ghooooooost!”
“It says it’s not tiny; it’s big,” I told my husband.
“A reallllyyyyy biiiiigggg ghoooost!” the ghost said.
“Oh, in that case, I don’t know what we should do. We can’t have big ghosts taking up space in the house.”
The ghost threw up its arms and the blanket fell off to my son’s shoulders, revealing his tousled hair over a pair of bright eyes.
“Surprise!” he exclaimed.
“Look, it’s not a ghost at all,” said my husband, “It’s just Sweet Pea!”
“Did you thought I was a real ghost?” Sweet Pea asked.
“I was kind of worried the house might be haunted. I’m glad it was just you,” I told him.
“Mommy,” his beaming smile faded to more somber expression, “the ghosts that look like blankets aren’t the real ghosts. Those are always the pretend ghosts. So if you see a ghost that looks like a blanket, it’s not real, okay?”
And I thought all that time he spent watching Scooby Doo was wasted. It turns out he was paying attention and learning how to spot fake ghosts.
“Okay. Next time I see a blanket ghost, I won’t be afraid. I’ll just try to see who’s hiding underneath it.”
“Good idea,” he said, and gave me a thumbs up.
My son has two main jobs at his tender age; learning about the world, and making sure he shares that knowledge with the people in his life so we can be as wise as he is. So all of you reading this, know this is true: real ghosts are probably not covered in fleece. If you see a fleece covered ghost, there is probably a small child hiding beneath a throw blanket.
(If, however, you have no small children in your house and find you can walk through the fleecy ghost, there is a possibility that you are being haunted by the ghost of a sheep, but that would be a whole different entry).
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