I received a message from the tenant who lives upstairs. He says, “What’s with the constant door slamming?” He was trying to sleep.
I tell my kids to be mindful of not slamming the kitchen doors.
My daughter says, “I swear to god Mom Charles and I were sitting quietly in my room when Dad texted us to not slam the doors. We thought it was the tenant doing it.”
Then, “MOM, I’M PRETTY SURE WE HAVE A DOOR-SLAMMING GHOST IN THE HOUSE.”
I walked away thinking I’ve been royally punk’d by my kids.