The scariest things at our house:
1. the vacuum
2. the Rody
3. the coffee grinder
4. the red rubber playground ball
The vacuum has always been an issue. M starts crying when we take it out of the closet. She doesn't even wait for us to turn it on.
She's starting to get over the coffee grinder, especially because she associates it with the Daddy person.
The Rody is actually kind of scary. It stares at you in an expectant way. Plus, when M sits on it, it bounces, which is incredibly suspicious.
The ball, though? Not that scary, in my book. I made the mistake of thinking it would be fun to roll the ball across the floor, which resulted in several fits of crying, shaking limbs, and attempts to climb Mama's leg. Rather than putting it away--because that would have been waaay too easy--I decided to just leave the ball lying around the living room so that everyone could get used to seeing it.
A few days later, M and Finch came across the ball and spent the next ten or fifteen minutes trying to decide what to do about it.
They finally got up the nerve to approach the ball.
M summoned all her courage and actually touched the ball. Very slowly. With one finger.
Still not entirely sure what to think of the thing, she tried smacking it a little harder.
...and then ultimately chose to ignore it for the rest of the afternoon.
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