
So, I was trying to get my four year-old to bed on Easter night. Needless to say, he did not want to go to bed, and I was trying to get him to calm down. To keep us both from losing it, I decided to make him laugh. I came hopping into his room singing, "Here Comes Peter Cotton Tail". I was pulling out all of my tricks to get him to laugh. I kept hopping away, singing as loud as I could. When I finally stopped for a moment, I heard a noise behind me. There was my seventh grade son, sitting on the floor behind me with a horrified look on his face. I immediately fell to the bed laughing hysterically. My son said, "I'm in the wrong place, at the wrong time, again."
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