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Some of you know that I'm not very fond of the dark. Never have been...never will be. I don't do well in the dark and things freak me out pretty easily. Sunday night everyone was in bed and all the lights were out. I was walking through the hallway to our room when I remembered that I hadn't changed Bia's diaper before putting her in bed. So I walked back to the girls' room and grabbed a diaper then put Bia up on our bed to change her diaper. I took it off, folded it up like I do and then winged it down the hall into the kitchen. I had just turned around to put her clean diaper back on her when the dirty diaper came flying back at me and landed right behind me. Now I don't know about you but when a diaper comes flying out of darkness from where you just threw it... it kinda has a way of making you wish you had a diaper on!!! Let me tell you...my heart did some strange things in that split second. I quakingly peered out into the darkness to see a little blond head peering around the corner. There stood Ethan - the projectile operator. Took me a little bit to get calmed down. Can't remember what he needed but evidently he'd been standing there and I never saw him. Psych!!