My boys enjoy playing pranks. I honestly believe that this is something that is inherited by boys and comes forth at a certain age. They do the classic pranks of fake but real looking snakes on top of my jeans in my closet, a life-sized and real looking plastic rat under my pillow on my bed, and the basic coming around a corner with a loud, abrupt spooky scream. For the sake of honesty, I am not a hard one to scare. I get focused on doing something, and someone comes around the corner and says “Boo” and I am swinging my arms and screaming my head off. I am just geared that way. Remember out in the middle of the nowhere where we live, there are no neighbors to become alarmed with my gut wrenching screams.
Austin and Jamison are involved in many extra-curricular activities, but one of their favorites is martial arts, which they have once a week. Austin started a class this summer and was immediately hooked. Once fall arrived he convinced Jamison to try it with him. Now they are both hooked and have become quiet versed in the many move sequences. It is really interesting, and as I watch their class I have to sit on my hands to not be that “weird Mom” mimicking their moves with them.
For the record let me state that BOB and I are not friends. He is just spooky. I walk around the corner into Austin’s room and gasp as I see this man-like figure staring back at me. I tried putting a fedora on him and a scarf around his neck to make him less scary looking, but my boys’ quickly got rid of my embellishments and prefer him to look natural and imposing.
Screams came from my mouth that only the dogs outside were able to hear. My hands flew up in what I thought was a power punch position, but in reality they were merely slapping at the ski mask that covered this maniac’s face. My feet were bouncing up and down in a running motion but my body just would not follow their desire to escape this life threatening situation.
My screams stopped as I gulped for breath, and I forced my eyes open to look. In my slapping spree, I had knocked the ski mask off of the intruder to reveal BOB’s familiar and scary face. He was not fighting back, or moving, although I swear to you that BOB’s lips seemed to curl up in the corners with a satisfied look.
When I turned to exit the bathroom, John, Austin, and Jamison, who had watched the entire scene, took off running for their lives. They were quiet pleased with themselves. “Gee Mom, you really handled that well,” Austin blurted out as he was running from the scene holding his stomach from all of his laughing. Jamison joined in with a snarky, “Scared of you,” and John reached the point of laughter where no sounds were actually coming out of his mouth.