I am pretty sure my son is the devil but I still love him anyways.
I was getting the kids ready for bed one night and my daughter was tucked in and watching TV and my son was roaming around some where so I decided to get my pjs on and do my bed time ritual. This always takes a process being a woman and I have to dedicate like 20 min to do this. You know, take the make up off, wash the face, brush the teeth and hair and get into pjs. I usually do this about the same time I am getting the kids into bed and off to dream land.
This one particular night as I was in the middle of my bed time process, I heard my son give out a blood curdling scream. You know the one where he is really hurt and needs Mom like ASAP. I started running towards the scream and ended up in my daughters room. She was sitting on the bed watching TV and I said Where is your brother? She of course replied, I don't know. As I am standing there I can hear the scream but I cannot find him for the life of me.
Now the room is not that big and her bed is against one wall and her dresser against another wall and the last wall has her toy box against it so I am really concerned that I know he is there somewhere but I can't see him. I had a blonde moment and spaced for a second and thought that he was in the walls. I know, I know, so STUPID but that is exactly where he sounded like he was coming from and it really took everything I had not to scream, FOLLOW THE LIGHT!!! Anyone ever see Poltergeist? The little girl was stuck in the TV so it can HAPPEN!!
After a few moments of hyperventilating and panicking just a little, his little leg popped out from under the bed. I felt so relieved I thought I was going to cry. He crawled under the bed to get a ball that was under there and got stuck at some point. My Mommy muscles kicked in and I lifted the bed like freaking Wonder Woman and pulled him out.
This whole time my daughter apparently had no idea that he was under there. What made a 1 year old go crawling under the bed baffles me. I don't even crawl under beds now. That freaks me out and for the exact reason of what happened to my son.
I was relieved I didn't have to tell my husband that I thought we were going to have to tear walls down. He would have thought I was really losing it. However, he was underneath the bed that was against the wall so that would explain why I thought he was in the walls!
FOLLOW THE LIGHT!! HAHAHA It might have made that moment even better if I did say that out loud, but I was thinking it!