Jake loves to have someone scare him. On purpose. Seriously, you can jump out from behind a wall and scare him and he laughs and laughs and then says "again!" while still laughing. I, on the other hand, don't appreciate that at all. Please don't scare me on purpose. Where did this kid come from??
Yesterday, he asked to play the game where Mama and Daddy stand around the corner and he runs from the opposite end of the house to the corner and attempts to have us scare him. Sometimes we succeed, especially if we manage to get into a different hiding place without him seeing us. Quite funny.
So while we were doing this yesterday, I had a sudden thought: my kid is going to LOVE horror movies.
Isn't that the point of horror movies? To be scared out of your skin, knowing that you are going to be scared, and loving it anyway?
As you can guess, Mama CANNOT watch horror movies. I am the person who hides my eyes at the scariest/most suspenseful scenes. I clutch my husband's arm so tightly he complains I am hurting him. So horror movies? Just not on my Netflix list. Mike, however, can enjoy a horror movie.
This will be interesting.