So instead of just throwing out the little people from K’s birthday cake, I stuck them in a block of Styrofoam so that K could keep them in her room. They now stand on their little block right across from her bed, smiling at her when she wakes up.
Except the other day we noticed that the block had been turned around and put back in place with the people facing the wall. We’d never seen her do it, and neither kid confessed. Not that it was a big deal. It was just a little creepy to find them all facing the wall like that. And although I know that one of them must have moved them, I’d feel a lot better if they told me so.
What was even creepier was to come in last night and find them turned around again. And still no confession. We’re trying to be very nonchalant about it, but I’m absolutely stricken with the willies. Something about it reminds me of the beginning to a horror movie, you know, where the unsuspecting parents notice little unusual things, and the next thing they know, the gum paste people have come to life and are stabbing them with their toothpick skeletons.
It can’t really surprise you that someone who fashions little people out of gum paste would have the imagination to bring them to life via poltergeist. Let’s just hope it’s all in my (gum paste addled) head.