Late last night I heard one of my kids call "Mom!".
So I yelled back "What?" and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
When nothing else happened I got out of bed.
OH WAIT.
Did I forget to mention I was all snuggled in my bed getting closer and closer to dreamland? Because that is where I was after I told my children of my intentions to enter dreamland. Not that they ever pay attention to me but I sometimes like to scream into the void just to hear the sound of my own voice.
So out of bed I go.
Up the stairs.
Into the lair that belongs to my teenage child.
The door is, of course, locked despite my requests to not do that.
So I bang on the door and the teenage zombie leaves his game for a moment to answer it.
Son- "What?"
Me- "You called me."
Son- "Oh yeah I thought I heard a gunshot."
Me- "And you didn't think to check on me? Save your sister? Escape to safety? Am I currently bleeding out while some thief robs us?"
Son-"You answered me."
Oh, that's right. I said 'what'. All the confirmation my kid needed after hearing what he thought was a GUNSHOT.
I heard no such thing. Again I was trying to enter dreamland but still his response to my attempted murder is not very comforting.
So the question is how long would I be dead before someone noticed?
Laughing out loud!!!! Gunshot? Na, No WIFI? They will come running to find you!
ReplyDeleteThat is for sure cause for a level 5 panic attack in this house.
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