Fright night
Of course, loads of stuff has happened since my last post. Sorry ’bout that. Anyway, I was giving the kids dinner today when Rachel, who had been up in our bedroom, came downstairs and pottered into the bathroom. “Who’s that?” asked T, between bites of pizza. “Ooooh, well, I don’t know,” I replied. “Maybe it was a monster…”
At that, J – who had been merrily eating his own portion of pizza – became extremely agitated. “No, no!” he cried (still pretty much his only word) as he attempted to scramble out of his high chair to safety. I told him it was his mother really, but he still didn’t calm down, not until he was in my arms, nor did he eat another mouthful of food that mealtime.
And so we discovered that J is afraid of monsters.
A short while later, they were in the bath. “Daddy,” said T, “your elbow is so white!”
I had no idea my elbows were any paler than the rest of my (pallid, winter-depressed) body, but then I don’t spend much time looking at them.
“Oh dear,” I replied. “I’d better go to the doctor…”
At that J, who had been merrily playing with his bubbles and his squidgy plastic turtles, became extremely agitated. “No, no!” he cried, as he attempted to scramble out of the bath to safety. He didn’t calm down until he was in my arms, and that was the end of his bathtime.
And so we discovered that J is afraid of doctors. And monsters. And more to come, I’d wager.
