The inch is almost three and daily surprises us with how much he cottons on to.
Or so i thought. Tonight we were playing with Legos (duplos) and I made the cow ziggurat below. Slowly sliding it across the floor toward him intoning "I'm a giant cow and I'm going to eat you."
He ran out of the room, extremely concerned look on his face (though no tears) and asked mom if the cow was actually going to eat him.
Never underestimate our ability to create our realities. I forget that in his world, a tiny plastic cow weighing about an ounce has the ability to eat a 38" tall, 30lb. child, and leave no crumbs.
Oh you big meany foot. lol
this is how phobias get started. one day inch will be ashamed to admit to his girlsfriend that cows have always made him nervous.
I predict that, as an adult, inch will be in therapy for years over THAT one!
Hey! Maybe, he'll even become a vegetarian or a Hindu!
Yeah, if he isn't eaten by a cow first...
lol...or maybe he'll write the next volume of 'Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy'.
Wait, I thought that was the point of parenting....
My stepson was whining awhile back about a nonexistent "owie" on his finger where his sister had supposedly scratched him... I casually asked him if it hurt so badly that we should cut it off. His eyes got huge and he shook his head 'no' faster than an epileptic.
lol...that's a classic one Clod. Lots of parents over here use that one too.
I have a snake problem around the house....tigers and browns and I am always terrified of the nephs playing outside for that reason, made worse by the fact that he is in awe of Steve Irwin's snake handling abilities (he's 3.5yrs old).
I have menaced him on purpose about snakes and was quite chuffed when yesterday he and 20mth old were outside and I heard "dont stick your hand in there!!!!! a big snake will bitecha!!".
Not so chuffed when I heard "get out of the dog's water, there's sharks in there"....I wont take the blame for that little gem.
Here's one that used to work when my kids were little, but doesn't work so well now.
They used to wonder how I knew when they were fibbing. Of course the real answer is that parents always know because of the transparent body language. Little kids of course don't understand this concept, so I just told mine they got a red dot on their forehead when they were fibbing. This made my life much more amusing when son number 1 started putting a hat on if he was trying to put one over me.
What? No menacing? There goes my last reason to have children. :(
Those sharp cow fangs scare me, too.
My mom once told my brother that she was going to "wash his face off" and he took it the wrong way.