My brother, Nate, came over to help Jim with a project and as we were eating Nate and I were reminiscing on the “old times.” One memory we were remembering that I thought I would share with you all.
As most of you know, I am from a family of 6 kids (plus my foster siblings). One night my sister, Melissa, and I were babysitting so our parents could go on a date. Not an uncommon routine. I believe that I was about 15 and Melissa about 16. Anyway, almost everyone was on the main floor watching a movie (only Nate was upstairs watching a “non-girlie” movie, romances of any level didn’t suit him), when we heard the door bell ring. Melissa went to go get it, but instead of answering it she ducked and started whispering to me. I just rolled my eyes at her thinking “what is so scary that you hide?” I got up to get the door, but just like Melissa I hid as soon as I saw him. Through the small window by the door was someone standing there is a halloween mask (I believe it was spring or summer, not even close to halloween). Melissa and I bolted for the kitchen where she grabbed a broom and I, rolling my eyes at her again, grabbed my mom’s largest knife. My thoughts were “yeah, swing the broom to where he would rather run away! that is sure to scare him off!” After the door bell rang again it took only a few seconds before Nate came running in the kitchen, eyes wide! He took one look at what we were doing and grabbed a second broom handle (he was about 12). Just then the door opened and we heard “we’re home” call from our dad… the relief lasted a portion of a second before the suspicion spread across our faces. It didn’t take long for my dad to confess his “joke.” He was the only one laughing.