For anyone who knows Angie, they know she’s scared to death of anything that has more than four legs. Show her a spider, even the tiniest little harmless spider, and it’s “EEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!” Show her a scorpion (don’t even go there) and it’s “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!” and “We’re moving!”
Well, I’m sad to report that it gets worse with succeeding generations. Soleil has taken fear of insects to an entirely new level. She is scared of flies, and I mean really scared of flies. A small example: This morning, while I was getting dressed, I thought I heard someone yell that there was a FIRE in the house. Judging from the lack of panic from the rest of the family, I knew I had heard wrong. Then Soleil came running into the bedroom, eyes as big as saucers, and exclaimed, “Dad, there’s a fly in the house and it’s FREAKING-ME-OUT!!! You have to come down and ‘snap’ it!!” Snapping it is when I catch them between my hands (like Mr. Miagi, but without the chopsticks [Karate Kid reference]).
I have to tell you, I try not to laugh at the funny things the “little people” say until they are out of earshot and the moment has passed, but I lost it on this one. You have to see her when a fly is around. She follows it with her eyes with complete fear in her eyes, and if it gets too close, she let’s out a squawk and runs for a “safe” part of the room, all the while squealing for someone to kill it.
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