The mother snuck quietly from her son’s room, reveling in her success at getting him to sleep early. As she dodged strewn Legos, she stepped on something soft. The stuffed toy squished under her foot. She sighed and lifted it to continue on her way. Maniacal laughter filled the darkness around her. She panicked, looking at her son. He was miraculously undisturbed. Her heart pounding heavily, she took a deep breath and steeled herself to continue. Maybe her fatigue was making her hear things. As she reached the door, the laughter started again. “Keep tickling Elmo” the deranged toy cackled into the darkness. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2DypNe5
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