Viking invasion

At 4am this morning I was woken in my marital bed by something hard and pointy poking into my back.

And, NO it’s not what you’re thinking, you saucy minxes.

In fact, It was a viking helmet. And by viking helmet, I actually mean a viking helmet, and a three foot sword. Both attached to a very awake Devilboy who desperately needed to tell me extremely urgent news that couldn’t possibly wait until daytime.

“Mama, I’m a magic viking!”

“But, it’s the middle of the night!” I growled (having just fallen back to sleep after being exuberantly roused by Devilette for the seventeenth time).

“Yes I know mama, that’s the magic part!”

Right.

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Filed under Devilboy, random insanity, sleep deprivation

One response to “Viking invasion

  1. A fledgeling negotiator os epic proportions 😀 Lovely story. My daughter used to just stand there silently until you opened you eyes and there she was, like a spectre, hovering inches from your nose. I used to jump six feet in the air.

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