You see Woody is the doll from the Toy Story movie and apparently he was talking and no one was pulling his string. I sent our son back to bed and told him that I would be up later to see what he was talking about. I figured that he was hearing things so I wasn’t in a hurry to go upstairs and check. We had already done their bedtime routine so to me this was just a chance for him to get out of bed.
After my husband and I finished talking I went up to my boys room to remind them not to get out of the bed again when I hear, “There’s a snake in my boot!”.
“See”, my son says. “I told you”.
I of course had to check on the doll but I really didn't want to. Do you remember seeing the movie, Chucky? You know the one about creepy talking doll. Well thoughts of that movie were now in my head. I made my way to the playroom, reluctantly, praying with every step might I add. You see this doll was not only in the dark playroom, but it was in the closet in the playroom with the door closed and the lights off.
As I approached the door I said one more prayer and grabbed the doll. Of course just to freak me out more, he spoke again. I can’t remember what he said because I was just hoping his head wasn’t going to spin around. I moved him around and pulled his string to get him to stop talking. After he spouted out a few more of his sayings he finally shut up. I told my boys that his string was just stuck and then went to my room with the doll. I honestly didn’t want to bring him to my room, but I wanted to make sure he didn’t come on again and disturb the boys. So I prayed as I walked with him to my room and thought to myself how silly I was being. I mean really. I can laugh about it now but if his head had spun around he would be in the trash. LOL
Ah, the joys of motherhood.