A couple weeks ago, Jason ordered a life-size Pennywise cutout to prank Noah with. It's HORRIBLE. Truly the devil's own work in laser-cut novelty cardboard. I mean, look at this shit:
First Jason hid it in Noah's room -- and then hid himself around the hallway corner, phone in hand and set to record.
Noah's initial reaction was actually unimpressive. A quick GAH!! and a door slam, and then a wise-and-exasperated DA-A-AAAD.
The next morning the stupid thing was positioned directly outside MY bedroom door, and the kids were treated to a much more hilarious OH SWEET JESUS CHRIST reaction from me.
It now lurks around every corner and doorway.
Ezra and Ike claim to hate it, yet are thoroughly delighted with the ongoing game of "startle the grown-ups out of their wits" by moving it around the house.
Walking in from the garage? Doing laundry? Stepping out of the bathroom? THAT'S NICEEEEEEE.
(I admit that I regularly put it right in the garage entryway to scare Jason because I am a petty child. He always blames Noah, and thus restarts the Great Jumpscare War all over again. It's the cirrrrrrcle of Storch.)
One time I caught Noah in the act outside our room and drop-kicked the thing off the landing into the family room below. Then Jake sat on it. So it's starting to look a touch dented. The kids are insistent that we HAVE to keep it until AT LEAST Halloween, however, so I decided to store it in our basement storage room. WHICH! Backfired spectacularly, when I went down in search of a gift bag.
In retrospect, I definitely played myself there.
Instead, we've taken to using him as a little extra home security at night, and an extra reinforcement of our NO SOLICITING sign during the day.