Children do not think like adults. Yet, I keep expecting my two year old to be logical. Perhaps this makes me even less logical than I'd like to believe.
Annabel has been a pretty good sleeper for over a year now. She has always gone down without a problem. Recently, she decided that it was scary in her room, and has started migrating to ours when Wil is working nights. I don't particularly enjoy sleeping with feet rammed against my kidneys, so I sat her down for a chat tonight. She said "maybe mommy unplug the light, then Annabel won't be scared." I wasn't sure how to respond. I said that I thought she liked her light. "yeah, Annabel can't see if mommy turns out light, so Annabel can't be scared." Huh. Okay. I unplugged the night light. Haven't heard from her since.
My husband has realized this, much to his chagrin as well. He's been asking me how I handle her being scared of a dog eating her at night. He's been putting her special blanket, that dogs can't get through, on top of her and checking the door to make sure it was shut. What did I do? I showed her a package of dog food. I told her dogs eat dog food, and Annabel isn't dog food. Haven't heard about that one anymore.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment