I was in the dining room eating breakfast when I heard Brooke, who had recently completed her nightly migration to our bed, start screaming. A string of the most pathetic and terrifying sounds came from her little mouth and I could hear that she was clearly having a nightmare.
Turns out Heather had turned into a “scary gramma” for a few minutes. She “changed into other people” by some magic unknown to mankind. By the time I got upstairs, thankfully, Heather had changed back into cute mommy and all was well, but Brooke was still a little upset and clung to my hand just in case cute mommy had a relapse.
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