The Break In

Something broke into our house last night. Kaila noticed it. 3:15 am she stood in the hallway and began to sob, alerting us of the intruder.  Jolted out of our slumber by our screaming daughter we scooped her up from the black hallway where she stood, in tears, and we frantically asked...

Ry- "What is it Kaila!? What's wrong?"

K- "It's scary....Scary....sooooo scary..."

Ry-"Yes? What's scary Kaila?"

K-"A turtle. A turtle in my room"

A turtle. 

They'll do it every time. 3 am in the morning, that's what I always worry about. Turtles in my room. 

As I lay there trying to fall back asleep, I started imagining this dreaded turtle, climbing the wall of the house,  breaking in the screen and opening the locked window, then replacing them all so nicely that you couldn't tell anything had happened, and I realized...it had to have been a 

Ninja Turtle.

 Then I had a bit more compassion on Kaila, I mean, c'mon. Ninja Turtles are definately more scary than regular turtles, plus they tend to be Teenage and everyone is scared of Teenagers. 

The good parents that we are, we rid her room of all Ninja Turtle-paraphanaila (ie her little pink blanket that was all humped up in a small mound in the corner of her crib). Then we did the sleep dance when K. came out three more times wanting to "(s)nuggle" instead of sleep for about an hour. Exasperated, I lay there and began to wonder about the purpose of turtles and couldn't they just not have been created. They don't even seem that important on the food chain. I would be perfectly happy if turtles had never existed. Then I would still be asleep at 4 am. To be honest, I finally fell asleep at 4:30 a.m. thinking...

"damn turtles."

Look at that cuteness. It always amazes me how our children can keep us up at night and make us so tired and frustrated, but when they toddle out in the morning, all R and I can do is smile and they are instantly forgiven. Don't get any ideas. If you do that, we are never inviting you back over to spend the night and you may even be crossed off our friend list. Unless, of course, there is a turtle in your room then K. would stick up for you and we'd be forced to keep you around.