Our House is haunted. And I'm serious here. Maybe sometime I'll enlighten you all. But last night, we heard scratching and thumping coming from the ceiling tiles in the kitchen. We investigated, and found something quite strange...
Punkin's older brother, Mr. Bones (who died late last year) used to enter the house through holes in the siding and work his way through intricate passageways to the kitchen ceiling and then climb down. But Punkin was always afraid to do it, preferring to wait by the door for someone to open it. I guess now he's trying to come into his own. He's not independent quite yet (he won't let us grab him and help him down, but he won't jump down on his own, either, we have to move a stool or something to the floor underneath wherever he's stuck so he can jump onto it) but he's definitely using the cieling as an alternate route into the house.
In other news...still shitty. And you know what's great about the movie "The Frightening"? Nothing! the fact that the sound isn't lined up with the picture, so character's voices and such are all out of synch. a true sign of filmmaking genius.