laughing at a memory

my son, the 10 year old... was in his room one night....and i had just had a shower...i had had one of those days and was oh so tired
so i came in to talk with him while his brother was occupied with daddy....

i laid on his bed while he was playing games and he turned them off to talk, which was nice....but then i fell asleep...
i heard little steps but was really out of it so i just slept on....

but you know...when you feel something isn't quite right??
like someone's standing over you or something?
so god...must have been like 3 min or so...i opened my eyes.... ever so slightly and became startled....
there was my son standing above me with his black light (from his fingerprinting kit) ..... he had it over my face....

i blinked and gave him a weird look
he said..in his very fake french accent.... Bon Jour, frenchie.... did you have a nice sleep??

i was still out of it....no clue what the hell was going on til he busted up laughing

evidentally he took a marker from my desk...my green flourescent high lighter and had drawn on a curly little mustache across my upper lip and drawn the little marks for the very thin goatee and was admiring his work when i woke up

he took me to the mirror and i just had to laugh...