Scary Stuff
I just got home from work today and I was sitting in the living room talking to the babysitter. The boys were in the kitchen giggling, watching TV, finishing up lunch. Suddenly I had a vision in my head of them, on their kitchen stools, playing too close to the basement steps, and tumbling down the entire flight of steps (mind you, though, they were being fairly quiet, so I had no reason for this thought).
I jumped up and went into the kitchen to check on them and one of them must have hit one of the burners on the stove and the whole room reeked of gas. It scared the crap out of me.
What's freakier, though, was that little premonition that they were in some kind of danger. I'm not all ooga booga about stuff like that, but c'mon. That's just plain scary.
I jumped up and went into the kitchen to check on them and one of them must have hit one of the burners on the stove and the whole room reeked of gas. It scared the crap out of me.
What's freakier, though, was that little premonition that they were in some kind of danger. I'm not all ooga booga about stuff like that, but c'mon. That's just plain scary.