“Emery, do you have any laundry?” I asked, opening her bedroom door and walking into her room.
“No,” a voice from behind me spoke, causing me to jump, scream, and make random karate moves.
“Where are you?” I asked after my spidey-senses determined she was not located in normal visual range.
“Here.” The top of her head floated to the surface of a mountain of blankets in the corner of the room I had walked through to get to her bedroom.
“What are you doing?” I asked while slowing my heartbeat with deep breathing.
“I made a nest,” she said and disappeared under what was surely all the blankets we owned.
Later, Josiah walked ahead of me into the kitchen as I hung up the keys in the proper place which every member of the family is gifted at ignoring in favor of losing keys on a regular basis. I turned to join Josiah in the kitchen, and stopped when I saw his face – eyes wide, skin pale.
“What’s wrong,” I whispered, crouching into my ninja stance.
“I hear something,” he whispered back.
“Are we being robbed?”
“No, it’s like strange music and animal noises and breathing.” I grabbed the largest shoe I could reach and crouch-waddled to
hide behind protect Josiah from the musical breathing animals.
“Um, I don’t know how to explain this,” he said after a moment, “but I know what the sound is. Emery is in the loft watching Korean music videos and hula-hooping.”
“Mom, something terrible happened,” Emery said when she saw us.
“I know, we were nearly robbed,” I said, tossing the shoe back to its twin.
“Nothing. What happened?”
“The screen on my phone is cracked again.”
“Oh no. Is it useless?”
“Well, the display is broken, so I can’t see anything, which means I can’t do anything on it.”
“Good thing you have Siri,” I told her, looking on the bright side. “You can just tell your phone to text or call.”
“Yeah,” she moaned. “One problem though.”
“I changed Siri so she only speaks Japanese.”
All normal stuff, right?