After the ominous proclamations, I did end up catching Evie sneaking into Ollie’s room at about 5 a.m.
I can normally sleep through a punch to the face, but years of tending the children at night has fine-tuned me to certain noises, the door on Ollie’s room opening apparently being one of them. My body leaps straight out of the bed and is halfway to the door before either my brain, or Sara, are awake. So good luck as teenagers, kids!
Evie fessed up that they had made a plan to get up in the middle of the night and play “mischievous fairies”, a game Grandma Kathy made up. Basically you just do little bits of mischief, like tying shoelaces together, hiding someone’s glasses, or SMOTHERING THEM WITH PILLOWS WHILST THEY SLEEP.
You know, mischief.
Then, you leave a cute little note that says “mischievous fairies” so the person knows why they can’t find their $%&# glasses, or the police can find the murderer, or whathaveyou.
Anyway, mischief thwarted by my super-human night senses, and Evie was sent back to bed.
Nobody gets smothered in their sleep on MY watch, sweetheart!