Picture this - me doing laundry. Yes, not so hard to picture since I am the ONLY one that does this chore. You were in the front room doing???? I start to hear yelling. I ignore this for a few minutes. You are a child that sings and speaks to herself 24/7. Finally the yelling is not so much singing and more screaming. I enter the kitchen to find you on the counter. Not a single chair is pulled over and not a single drawer is pulled out. I exclaim:
Me, "How the heck did you get up on the counter.\?"
#4, in a shaky voice, "A ghost put me up here."
#4, "A ghost did it with his ghost hands and I told him to chock it off."
I set you down on the ground and you rushed over to your chalkboard easel and drew a picture of your "ghost". You then said,
#4, "He had 2 dead puppies with him."
At this point your dad and Randy walk in the house and I tell them what just happened. Randy went white and freaked out. Your dad and I are laughing super hard and Randy is beside himself.
2 days later you told us that your ghost's name is WeisterJim.