Misadventures in Parenthood

Don't make eye contact

Okay, Eugene thought to himself. You can do this you are the legendary Flynn Ryder, sneaking around is your speciality.

He dropped to the floor, keeping out of the thin ray if light that was coming from the door. He pushed his toes across the floor inching forwards, his hands pulling himself along the carpet. He winced as his stomach got pulled up by the movement - carpet burn - ouch - the life of a master theif was full of dangers. 

  He finally made it to the door. He jumped up, flattering his body against the wall.

There was a movement behind him. He froze, fear running through his vains. Just don't make eye contact. If you don't make eye contact, she'll go back too sleep.

After some long quiet minutes he thought he was free, he pulled the door open, it gave a large squek. He turned, her eyes flicked open. Don't make eye contact...don't... green eyes landed on his. 

"WHAAAAA!"

The door flung open.

"Eugene, you woke the baby! I told you to put her to bed gently."

"I tried, she was asleep... I..." Eugene gave up with a sigh. He out his hand on his exhausted wife's shoulder. "It's alright, go back to bed. I've got this one."