We paused our movie on Friday night for a bathroom break and a trip upstairs for more soda. I was back on the couch snuggled under my blanket when I started to hear strange noises.
thud. bang. crash. groan. smack. yelp. boom. screech...
I crept to the bottom of the stairs, realizing that if someone had broken into our house, I wasn't exactly going to be well-positioned to fight them off. I've always been a wimp.
"Chad?" [silence] "What are you doing?" I imagine the worst.
"Just wrestling with Lucy," he replied.
Of course. Why didn't I think of that?!?
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