Why Is That Fun?

The other night while hubby was getting Owen dressed for bed, I hear them saying "Mommy come find us!" They were in Owen's room hiding (in all but plain sight), but I played along looking high and low..."Daddy...Owen...where are you"??? I looked under the bed...in the dresser drawers...under the changing table...all the time hearing Owen giggle and say "nooooo" at each of my incorrect searches. Finally I "found" them behind the rocking chair and Owen squealed in delight! "Gen Mommy...Gen!!" OK...we can do it again...so I left the room and this time they hid in the closet. I went back in the room to search for them...again looking high and low...in the trash can, on the shelf, etc. All the time Owen is giggling in the closet. I go to the closet and swing open the door, and when I say that kid screamed he S.C.R.E.A.M.E.D. That kid screamed like he was Jamie Lee Curtis and I was Michael Myers. He then laughed his head off and said "GEN Mommy!! GEN!!!!" So we did that a few more times...Each time he screamed like he was the last survivor in a slasher movie. Each time he laughed until he almost fell over. Each time he wanted to "DO IT GEN!!". After 4-5 times I was afraid Owen would loose his voice and our ears would start bleeding from the noise level. Silly boy.

But why is that fun??? Why is being scared half to death fun? I don't get it. I don't like it. But my kid...my kid LOVED IT!

I love that freako kid.