scaredy cat

Lately, Amara's running scared.

Amara's scared of the dark. She's scared of going to the bathroom. She's scared of the dentist. She's scared of her friends. She's scared to put her clothes on.

While I doubt my daughter truly comprehends the definition of "scared," her use of the word is starting to get on my nerves.

It's like I'm raising a scaredy cat. And I don't like cowards.

It's not like when Amara would talk ghosts. And it's not like when Amara screamed in the middle of the grocery store "Mom, run for your life! There's a monster behind you!"

I'm sure Amara picked up the word at school. But why did her classmates have to instill a false fear in her?

Hopefully this week in school, she'll learn about important yet innocent childhood activities -- like making bodily noises as loud as she can. I can handle that.
today's good: I haven't blogged for awhile yet I can't think of anything really "good" that's happened. Well, I guess I can say that the Bears are going to the Superbowl.
today's bad: Great-grandma2Amara goes in for surgery tomorrow. If you think of it, say a little prayer for her.


  1. My mother says that babies talk to "angels" NOT "ghosts". I just like to say "ghosts" because it freaks James out immensely!


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