Occasionally I do something I call creative parenting. This was one of those nights. We had told Noah and told him to stay in bed. It was not working, we would hear something at the top of the stairs turn around and there he was.
I told Wes I was going up stairs (I thought I was) then when I got to the top of the stairs I had an idea. I yelled down "I have decided to come back downstairs!" then I crouched and waited. It did not take long. About three minuets later Noah comes to the top of the stairs
Me - BOOOO
Noah - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me - What are you doing?
Noah -WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Me - Im not the one out of bed
Noah - (laughs) mom you did not scare me at all
Me - ya, get in bed