I now know what it is like to be buried alive - under pillows! Last night, the kids and I had movie night. Instead of watching the movie, my nine-year-old son decided it would be great fun to bury me under all the pillows in the house.
He started with the sofa pillows. Ten of them. He piled them up, so all you could see was my face. "Bubba," I said. "I'd really like to see this movie. Could you cut out the pillow piling?"
"No, Mama. This is fun!"
Then he found sofa cushions and added them on top.
"Uh, Bubba," I said. "It's kind of hard to breathe in here."
He didn't care. He just added more pillows.
I tried to knock the pile off of me, but it was too heavy. I succeeded in knocking the ones off of my head, so at least I could breathe.
"Bubba. Enough. You're going to end up killing your Mama by burying her under too many pillows!"
Fortunately my daughter had some sense, and removed the pillows (much to my son's dismay). Otherwise I might have just died under that pillow pile!