Last night my husband and I were in the living room when we heard my son yell out from his room, “Save me!” He was SCREAMING!
So we ran in there to find him huddled under his blankets, sobbing. “What’s wrong?” my husband asked, turning on the light. My son pulled back the covers, his face bright red and wet with tears.
“He was standing right there,” my son said, pointing to the foot of his bed.
Goosebumps went up on my arms. “Who?”
My son sniffled and started to cry again. Then he whispered, “Abraham Lincoln.”
So we ran in there to find him huddled under his blankets, sobbing. “What’s wrong?” my husband asked, turning on the light. My son pulled back the covers, his face bright red and wet with tears.
“He was standing right there,” my son said, pointing to the foot of his bed.
Goosebumps went up on my arms. “Who?”
My son sniffled and started to cry again. Then he whispered, “Abraham Lincoln.”
“What? Abe Lincoln?” I laughed, but then suddenly, I pictured Honest Abe. And if that tall, lanky dude was standing at the end of my bed, I would have screamed too! I sat next to my son. “Yeah, actually that does sound kinda scary.”
He nodded. “So I changed my mind,” he said. “I don’t want to be a ghost hunter anymore.”
I looked up at my husband and he shrugged. “Oh, okay, dude,” he said. “Maybe you can be a doctor instead.”
“Yeah,” my son answered, lying back down. “A doctor.”
As we left the room, my husband turned to me. “See that, I just saved us years of disappointment.”
A ghost hunter? Honestly, I think that’d be cooler than a doctor, but then again, I heart zombies.
8 comments:
Having been born in Ky., the birthplace of Lincoln, I am convinced the late President Abraham Lincoln was simply trying to inform your son he will do greater things than ghost hunting in his lifetime. But yes, the tall, gangly, bearded Mr. Lincoln, with his melancholy facial expression, might bring fright to the bravest of us, were we to see his ghost. However, he is harmless. Still wonders about the White House haunting it, I have heard. Quite an honor for his ghost to travel from Washington D.C. to Oregon to scare the wits out of your son in the middle of the night though. Don't think he saw Oregon in his lifetime.
I don't like to pee my pants at work, Suzanne. Quit having such a hilarious family.
Good news! Your son and Mr. Lincoln can work together. The author of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies just signed a contract to write another book. Here's the premise:
...the story is a loose sketch of Lincoln's life with one twist--honest Abe is the world's most skilled vampire hunter.
Your children give you so much material for stories. It's almost not fair.
I heart Jay Asher's idea. Brilliant.
That ol' ghost of Lincoln. It'll get you every time.
Must be those serious eyebrows or something...
That is so sad and so funny at the same time!
Last night we put my son to bed and brought the monitor downstairs. We could hear him chanting "School of Rock! School of Rock!" before falling asleep.
My son wants to be a rock star. He does air-guitar and lifts the leg and everything. He'll be two next month. :)
LOVE kids!
and here my daughter gets under the med looking for monsters she says: "Shoot ,they must have gone down a trap door?"
Whatever you do, don't bring him to Ashland - we have a huge marble statue of Lincoln that we can't seem to keep a head on! It's eerie to have a headless Abe watching over the entrance to the park...
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