Steve has devised a new form of torture, made especially for me (isn't he sweet?) and he's got the girls in on it. He's threatened before, but I didn't really think he'd do it. Tonight, as I near the middle of the new Harry Potter, Freya comes barreling into the room and stops.
She looks at me with her evil look. Then, in a voice so small and clever-like, she says, "I'm gonna tell you what happens."
My eyes grow wide, "No," I say, "anything but that, please..."
She runs away. Ten seconds later, she's back. "You want to know who dies?" she asks, all cute.
By this time I am screaming, fingers in my ears, trying to read but only managing to repeat the same sentence over and over and over, clearly the curse is working. "Go away!" I yell, but my small tormentor remains, swaying her hips and looking all sassy. Finally, she returns to her master, who laughs and laughs from the living room, as if he had just done something terribly clever.
Steve, darling, don't think this won't come back to haunt you. I know where you sleep.
9 comments:
Ooh, that is rotten!
Isn't it just like Freya to be the first to try out this new mommy tormenting. Oh, evil darling, how i miss you.
Oh, that is SO genius! (sorry, but you have to admit, it's quite impressive -- and I'm always looking for new ideas for tormenting my spouse...)
That is the WORST kind of torture!
Like Cathy above me, maybe I should use this on my husband when I finish the book. Bwahahaha!
Oh, what a bad, bad husband! Getting the little minions involved like that.
Oh, that is E-vel...
I just found you through Playgroups are no place for children and am so glad I did. I will be visiting often!
Now that is hitting below the belt!
Evil EVIL husband.
ok, that is just SO wrong. I'm convinced marriages have ended for less.
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