Three Months Later
"Lucas Thunders, come back here with my bra!" I yell, suppressing a smile when I get a loud giggle in return.
I hear the pitter patter of toddler size feet running down the hall. I waddle out of the master bedroom and down to the door at the end of the hallway. Inside, I hear him shuffling around, trying to hide from me.
I push open the door quietly, "Hmmmm where could Lucas be?"
A giggle comes from behind the animal print curtains by the closet. I pretend to wander around the room looking in drawers, under the bed, and in the closet. Of course this only makes him giggle more.
"Well since I can't find Lucas, I'll just have to eat the whole carton of chocolate fudge ice cream all by myself...."
Que the 'jump scare' and the child in question wearing my favorite lacy
