Childhood Fears

[poliphilo]

Fabi is terrified of the rabbits. He can't be in the same space as them. He can't even be in the room next to where they are.  He insists they bite- though I don't believe one has ever bitten him. Perhaps we warned him they bit when he was a toddler to stop him from poking them in the eyes. You never know with kids what damage a well-intended, thoughtless word will do.

Kids are unaccountable in their fears. I remember I was scared to the same pitch of hysteria by a cartoon cowboy- and ventriloquist's doll- called Hank. When the theme music started I had about three seconds to run from the room before his dead-eyed puppet face, with its big droopy moustaches, popped out of nowhere and filled the screen. Hank was supposed to be a lovable character

What do you do?  Yesterday we went and sat in the back yard and all the time he was yelling and screaming about rabbits.  I took him into the ginnel- away from the rabbit- and he kicked the football for a minute or two, but then the horrors returned.

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I hope so. I guess I dealt with this sort of thing with my own kids, but it's getting to be a long time ago now- and I'm feeling rusty.

[chiller.livejournal.com]

Weirdly, I deal with this all the time with Henrijk (except he will use aggression to draw the focus back to himself, when he has jealousy issues with one of the others).