Playing with my Mind

Background to this story: Apparently, I am a very mean mother sometimes. Downright rude too. I do stuff like say "no" (shock horror!) and the other day I said "no" to playing in the backyard because a) it was wet and b) Sam had dug up part of the yard so in effect, it was wet and muddy. Granted, I may be a party pooper but I wasn't in the mood for 3 boys rolling around in mud. Anyway, Thomas let his feelings be known with crossed arms and grouchy looks. Then we all forgot about it. As we do.

That night I went to bed early (at about 11:30pm), but as so often happens, I was woken at some ridiculous hour of the morning by Samuel calling my name. I got up to bring him to our bed (a whole other post) and as I left my bedroom, I noticed a piece of paper on the floor outside my door. It's not unusual to see things left all over the place in this house, but I could swear there had been nothing there when I went to bed. Once I put Samuel to sleep, I returned him to his bed and again noticed the note. It was directly in front of the door. No, definitely wasn't there when I went to bed.

So I bent down to have a closer look and this is what I saw:

For those who can't decipher child spelling, the last word in the sentence
reads "night".

It was the middle of the night. I was half asleep. Whilst half my brain was saying "impossible" and "the alarm is on", the other half went to a million different places in a split second and my heart skipped a beat!

I raced down the hallway, only to find Thomas peacefully asleep in his bed. I went back to bed as well but I had a restless night. He had rattled me.

When I told him about the note the next morning, he thought it was hilarious. He explained how he had gone into the study the previous afternoon, written the note and then placed it in his bedside drawer. He then described how he was awoken by a nightmare in the middle of the night (obviously before Samuel and I awoke). He lay in bed for a while and then remembered the note. So he quietly got up, retrieved it from his drawer and came and placed it in front of our bedroom door before returning to bed. He took great glee in retelling the story to others as well!

He is six years old. Please God, let him not be so dramatic in his teenage years!

On reflection, my husband quelled my fears by saying Thomas wouldn't have the guts (okay, he may have used another word) to leave the house in the middle of the night. True...I think.
And my sister in-law tells me it's similar to a scene in Toy Story (I admit, I've only seen bits and pieces of all 3 movies even though they play here seemingly 24/7 - and yes, Thomas is obsessed with them)!

What has your child done that gave you a near heart attack?