The other day our little brother, Tod, came to spend the night. I can always count on three things for sure happening when he is here:
I'll make a kugel*.
The ghost will come back.
Lunch the next day will be at ColdStone Creamery.
This last visit was no different~ all three things happened. And, the conversation right before these things happen is always the same, too:
Linda: Are you hungry?
Tod: I'm starving but I have to pee first.
Linda: Good I made a kugel, the bathroom is all yours.
Tod: Oh this kugel is so fucking good. Has the ghost been here lately?
Linda: No, Matilda has not been here in ages. Want more kugel?
It was after 11:00 at night when Tod arrived so after wallowing in kugel goodness, we made our way upstairs to compare the playlists on our iRivers and ponder how we ever survived without laptops, wireless internet and mp3 players. And then it happened. Crash! Bang! Boom! The ghost was back! We heard a commotion downstairs where there was no breeze, no pet, no other real live person. Brave Tod was the first down stairs to check it out.
Uh, look at this!
As I started downstairs, I saw it. A cup from the counter was now on the floor, straight upside down, like it was covering a magic superball. We gave each other the look as Tod calmly spoke out to Matilda that he really needs some sleep tonight so please leave.
So....lunch tomorrow at ColdStone?
And then because we are still really 8 and 10, we each went to our own beds, turned on all the lights and all the TVs, popped some Ambien** and got some sleep.
*just like Nana used to make except with more cinnamon and organic raisins
**I'm sure the makers of Ambien would want you to know that real children should probably not be taking it. But really, if YOUR house were haunted, wouldn't YOU need Ambien to sleep? Tomorrow did thank us.
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