A daddy blog.

16 July 2009

Tears for Fears

It seems that getting older means learning to getting skeered. Out of the blue this week, Bug has recognized Horton the elephant for the Dr Moreau-esque unnatural creature that he is, and she now shakes her head and whimpers if we try to show him to her.

What's more, for a year she happily read a kid's book about Halloween creatures: she liked the colors, she liked the blinking lights, she liked the noisey affects. But -- again this week -- at some point this week she began to get scared whenever she turned the page to see a vampire, and all but emptied her bowels when the book would give a MU-HAHAHA sinister laugh at the end.

I may have to reevaluate the nursery versions of NIN songs that play for her as I put her down for the night.