How can the same little guy tear through our house making it look like a tornado touched down in a matter of seconds but also be afraid of the vacuum (even when it is sitting in the closet), the action of pouring dog food into the dish, a fort made out of a blanket and dining room chairs and his tricycle? I mean really scared, like screaming and crawling up your leg scared!
I told Derek he may end up baking and sewing (if he’s not afraid of the sewing machine) when he gets a little older because he just might be deathly afraid of camping, hiking, biking, snowboarding…Derek does not think this is funny. I do until I get this picture in my head of my cute little boy dressed in pants too short, a button up shirt with suspenders, big brown glasses, his hair slicked back, absolutely hating (and being horrible) at every sport, and never wanting to leave his bedroom because it is too scary out there. Then I think of this little boy who I went to grade school with name Patrick Santos Johnson who cried almost every single day in class about something. Either the teacher would make him cry, another student, or a certain situation. I bet he was afraid of the vacuum and forts when he was a baby too.
Anyway, I hope he grows out of this scaredy cat stage, but if he doesn’t at least I know he will not be dressed in high waters and suspenders because I will still be in control over that.
1 comment:
I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm betting long before grade school he starts being picky about what he's willing to wear. On the bright side I'm also betting he becomes fearless long before that... and you'll be wishing for some of that fear to come back.
Peyton is amazing with him. I loved the eyes moving back and forth but narry a twitch other than that.
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