Easter morning I was downstairs finishing a few details...if you know what I mean...when I could hear Charlotte stirring on the monitor. I could tell she was awake so I went up to get her.
I quietly walked into her room, and quietly shut the door behind me so she wasn't licked to pieces by the dogs. When I looked over at her bed she was completely covered with her blanket with only her feet sticking out. Immediately I figured she must be suffocating to death with the blanket over her head and I went to move it.
As soon as I leaned down to pull the covers away she whips them back and yells "RAAHHHRRR!!" I scream and run across the room, hysterically laughing, Jim come barging in to see what is going on, and she is sitting on her bed, laughing. It is official, I almost peed my pants thanks to the antics of my 2 year old.