Little Miss Tiny-Small is starting to question the safety of the world around her. She is learning that sometimes bad things happen to good people. She is becoming a little more cautious around certain toys. For example, Mr. Potato head was her good friend until Mrs. Potato head showed up on the scene. Now, she considers them the evil duo and they have been regulated to the top shelf. Even though they are way up high, in another room, far, far away, Tiny-Small still gives the book shelf an extra wide berth when she walks by. We think it might be the eyes.
Or, perhaps it is that overly cheerful smile and over sized nose. I mean most people and toys aren’t this consistently full of ecstatic joy (with arms that fall off in the breeze). That kind of made sense until we realized she still likes Elmo and he really doesn’t seem all that much different.
She liked her little purple fish until it’s sticker eye came off and started floating toward her (again with the eyes). She just about climbed out of the bathtub when she saw it riding the waves toward her legs. She was screaming, “Eyes! Eyes! Noooooo!”
Even though the fish was allowed in the tub with her the octopus was not. This guy scared her to death. Apparently she is not into squids with tentacles and rosy cheeks. This toy was forbidden to cross her path because it induced horror movie type screaming and flailing of the arms. We’ll never know the story behind this one.
In an effort to live in a somewhat healthy and sanitary environment I was forced to clean the bathtub which, to my family’s dissatisfaction, meant scrubbing off all of the bathtub art. I promised that a fresh and clean canvas would bring bath time joy and happiness. New art work would be drawn and appreciated! Then, my husband drew this. Yep, Tiny-Small was not amused. He claimed it was a bear, but she new deep in her heart that this beast was not to be trusted. Screaming, crying and peeking around bathroom cabinets ensued. Our child was tortured beyond her wildest dreams.
As we embark through this journey of scary places and scary objects our only hope is that Tiny-Small will emerge relatively unscathed. Of course, as parents, we seem to be making things worse for her with all of our “helping” and toy purchases. All we can do is hold her hand and hope she survives and hope we survive too.