When I had my fall playdate in Portland with Jen, we happened upon a Halloween shop, full of cobwebs and candy and fun little Halloween pranks. I saw little Rat and fell in love... with the idea of scaring Seth with him! Seth and I have a longish history of scaring each other with jumping out of closets and from behind doors. We go it spurts of scaring until one of us gets "got" too good and is a little freaked out and we have to call truce for awhile. It's a little sick. (And he actually gets air when he scare-jumps, so it's kind of worth it to see! Bad mom.)
Anyway, I brought Rat home and patiently waited for the right opportunity. One quiet Sunday afternoon I stuck Rat under a bit of dirty laundry on Seth's floor and then sent him up to clean his room. I waited quietly in the kitchen, listening up the stairs for the scream. Sure enough... A couple of minutes later: "Mom! Mom! Who stuck this stuffed rat in my bedroom?"
Well, not exactly the reaction I was waiting for. A bit anticlimactic.
So then Corinne came to visit for my birthday... out came Rat again. Her reaction was a bit better than Seth's, but still no screams, just a bit of a recoil and then a quick recover.
Rat still hangs out in my kitchen, just hoping for a good reaction... maybe when my mom comes to visit at Christmas? He's hoping...