Amara's scared of the dark. She's scared of going to the bathroom. She's scared of the dentist. She's scared of her friends. She's scared to put her clothes on.
While I doubt my daughter truly comprehends the definition of "scared," her use of the word is starting to get on my nerves.
It's like I'm raising a scaredy cat. And I don't like cowards.
It's not like when Amara would talk ghosts. And it's not like when Amara screamed in the middle of the grocery store "Mom, run for your life! There's a monster behind you!"
I'm sure Amara picked up the word at school. But why did her classmates have to instill a false fear in her?
Hopefully this week in school, she'll learn about important yet innocent childhood activities -- like making bodily noises as loud as she can. I can handle that.
today's good: I haven't blogged for awhile yet I can't think of anything really "good" that's happened. Well, I guess I can say that the Bears are going to the Superbowl.
today's bad: Great-grandma2Amara goes in for surgery tomorrow. If you think of it, say a little prayer for her.
1 comment :
My mother says that babies talk to "angels" NOT "ghosts". I just like to say "ghosts" because it freaks James out immensely!
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