Katie and I were in bed talking after a long day. The door was not shut all the way, just most of the way. We had a light on and were chatting. I heard the pitter-patter of little footsteps (Matthew) come down the hall. I mentioned it to Katie. The funny thing was that he did not enter out room. He walked up to the door and stopped.
So we kept talking. All the while, I heard his breathing outside the door. He wouldn’t come in. After about 10 minutes, I said to Katie, “You know, Matthew is outside the door, but he won’t come in.” She wondered what was the hold up. I said, (using my powers of user experience) “He knows that if he enters now, I will take him back to his room. He is waiting until the light goes out so he can sneak in and climb in on your side. He knows you are a pushover.”
She laughed and we continued chatting. About 20 minutes later (He was waiting the whole time), I said, “If I turn out the light, he will come in, within 30 seconds.” Katie took the bet. He had been waiting outside the door for about a half-hour.
CLICK, the lights went out. I started a whisper count. 1, 2, 3, 4, nothing, it was as quiet as the night before Christmas. 10,11,12,13, still nothing. I started to get nervous. How long could he hold it? 18,19,20,21, creeeeeaaaaakk, step step step. I knew he had took the bait. I waited another three seconds and then BLAM, I turned on the light!
His eyes were like deer in the headlights. His back was up against the wall like a ninja spy or something. Both Katie and I burst out laughing. I could see he was torn, “Do I laugh too? I mean, I am so busted! What do I do? How do I spin this?”
We gave him a big hug so he started laughing, then I picked him up to go to his room. He started crying. “noooooo!!” I could see in his eyes accusing me, “Do you have any idea how long I waited out there?!? How dare you!! I will get you for this you balding nerd! Just you wait!”
It was one of his more adorable moments. Anyway, we went to sleep. Of course, I woke up with his feet in my face. He always has the last laugh. He will wait until 3am if he has to. But come hell or high water, he will be cuddling with mommy. Oh yes, it shall be his.
In a side story, Matt has lately turned everything into a ninja battle cry. Just now he screamed, with sword in hand, “TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!! CHARGE!”