The short kid freaked me out not once, but twice last night. He creeps silently into our room, around the bed to my side, and then he just stands there and stares at me until I wake up. I’m a sound sleeper, but I guess silent staring is creepy enough to wake even me up.
So there’s an instant, before total wakefulness, in which the brain screams…
I jump, he jumps, and then we’re both fully awake. It’s very, very creepy.
I’ve told him numerous times to say “Mom” or shake my shoulder or something. Knock on the door. Throw the cat on my head. Anything but staring at me.
But back when he was 3 or 4, he’d come in between 6 and 7 on weekend mornings. Since the husband gets up at 5:30 on weekdays, he’d wake up first and send the short kid back to bed without my waking up. It didn’t take long for the short kid to perfect his stealth skills, though. So now if he has a bad dream/is thirsty/has nothing better to do and wants to get to me, he does the Child of the Corn thing.
Twice in one night is a little much, though.