Moon Pie Pig Face Girl

As I mentioned in my last post, Big Daddy likes to scare me.   I LOVE to scare him back.   Before his brain injury, you could NEVER scare him.  I tried for years to jump out at him from around corners, sneak up on him when he was in the car, pop out of closets.  Nothing ever worked.

Then he got smashed by the 18 wheeler, and with all the bad things that happened to him mentally,  I  do like that he gets frightened  more easily now.  Does that make me a bad person?

Because so many of his scares against me happen in the shower, I felt it only fair to repay him in kind.    Especially since he's blind as a bat without his glasses and he has to take them off to bathe.

*insert evil laugh track here*

There he was taking his shower, soaping up his face, eyes closed, when I quietly entered the bathroom.   I pulled the clear,  plastic shower curtain tight against my face and leaned in, waiting for the moment when he would rinse his face and see me.    He kept scrubbing up his face, and I leaned in further.   His elbow brushed the side of my head.  I stayed motionless.  He moved his elbow again, exploring.  His hands stilled and moved from his face.  His eyes opened.

Big Daddy screamed like a little girl and tried to climb up and out of the back of the shower.   He screamed again, and screeched, "No, moon-pie pig face girl, no!  No!" as he tried to climb higher up the shower wall.

I started laughing.  I couldn't help it.    I have been called so many things during my life, but Moon-Pie Pig Face Girl has never been one of them. I laughed until tears rolled down my face, my stomach hurt, and I had to sit on the bathroom floor since my legs would no longer support me. Realizing it was just me, Big Daddy started laughing, too.

Moral of the story:   You've got to be careful with showers.... If Anthony Perkins doesn't get you, the Moon Pie Pig Face Girl might.