This week my friend was home for Spring Break. Her family lives in the middle of nowhere. A little after 4:00, she was woken up by the sound of glass breaking somewhere in the house. She sat there frozen for a moment, then grabbed the first two "weapons" she could think of - an old soccer cleat and the seventh Harry Potter book - and crept down the hall to check it out. She saw a man walk out of the kitchen, and she screamed. Her dad screamed back. He had been getting a midnight snack and dropped a glass.
Do you have any family stories like this?