Rick_Andrew

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 !