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My son was downstairs getting ready for school. Upstairs--off from my normal workday commute--I'd been quietly absorbed in my thoughts: out of sight, unknown or forgotten by all--next to the light switch for the stairs. I heard my son tell his mom he had to go back up for his socks. As he was reaching for the OTHER switch--downstairs--I flicked the light on. Ta da ! I'm told they looked at each other. Then he looked back up the stairs. "Daaad ! ? " 'Tis the season, for haunting. He wasn't all convinced that was me !