The girls are home for Thanksgiving this week. They were all downstairs watching TV in the family room. I had went upstairs for something and was on my way back down to the basement to continue working when Shelby stopped me.
I'll recreate the conversation I had with her from memory.
"I just saw something white peek out of the bathroom door at me," she said. Her voice was low, almost whispering like she didn't want the whatever she just saw to hear her.
"You did? Are you sure it wasn't your imagination playing tricks on you?"
"Yes. I saw it out of the corner of my eye, and when I turned to look, it ducked back into the bathroom."
I just nodded and said, "Well, you know funny stuff goes on around here."
What am I supposed to tell her? She's seeing things? She's getting too old for that. I don't want her to start questioning her own sanity at 11!
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