"Mama, there's a ghost in the house."
Did you just get goosebumps? I think all my hairs were standing on end, including my unshaved leg and armpit ones. I mean, this is a kid that is still getting the hang of the whole talking thing. He's only recently started putting together somewhat cohesive sentences. It was like someone swapped out my toddler with a mini version of Haley Joel Osment. Obviously, I assured him that ghosts aren't real and there were none in my house, but the whole time my mind was flashing on men in hockey masks and girls hiding under the bed barfing green stuff.
Thanks a lot, dude. Needless to say, I consumed a fair amount of chardonnay while my hubby was away. But to be fair, I do that when he's home, too.