Ninja Feet

Troy has been coming downstairs in the middle of the night again. After several weeks of taking him back to his bed at 3 a.m., I got fed up and just let my wife deal with it. Except her way of dealing with it is to pull him into the bed with her. The worst part is that I know he’s coming downstairs, because I can hear his feet stomping across the floor.

A few nights ago, I heard his footsteps, and I hopped up and met him at the stairs before he could even make it to the ground floor. I shuffled him back upstairs and into bed, much to his displeasure. The next night, the same thing happened. Last night, I heard an initial stomp, which I can only guess was him stepping off his stool onto the floor, but no other footsteps. So, I assumed he had just rolled over into the wall like he does sometimes, and I flipped over and closed my eyes. But then, I heard his feet pattering softly across the tile toward the master bedroom. He had reasoned out that I was meeting him at the stairs because I could hear his footsteps, so he started walking like a ninja across the carpet, so I couldn’t hear him anymore. He’s truly unbelievable.