As you know The Pixie and The Pirate can not be alone together. They can not even be chaperoned when together. They just shouldn't be together...what was my womb thinking?
Last night Mr. Right came and told me this true fairytale:
I (Mr. Right) put all the bugs to bed.
The End.
Oh, clap! That was lovely wasn't it?
No, that wasn't really the end. I was kidding.
It's just that if I stop the story right there it has such a beautiful, happy ending.
Yeah, well. . .
So Mr. Right put them all to bed, warned them all to stay there and then waited in the dark shadows for the inevitable.
Our daring and mischievous sprite, The Pixie, grabbed up all of her brothers bedding and quick as a spark, burst out of their room with a huge laugh, ran across the hall, dumped his pillows and blankets into the playroom than hussled her hiney back across the hall, popped herself in bed and pulled up her covers.
The Pirate was confused.
He stood at the threshold of their room and hesitated.
Just think about it.
What should he do?
Well, I'll tell you what he did.
He timidly snuck across the hall, retrieved his bedding and began to quietly return when Mr. Right revealed himself and caught the boy redhanded and guilty.
"Ah-ha!!!" Mr. Right triumphed, "You left your room!!"
The End
I know, I know, I know. . . I'm thinking EV-ER-Y-THING you are right now.
Everything.