The Dark
17,000 writes: Everything bad happens in the dark. Tell us your stories of noises and bumps in the night, power cuts, blindfolds and cinema fumbling.
( , Thu 23 Jul 2009, 15:49)
17,000 writes: Everything bad happens in the dark. Tell us your stories of noises and bumps in the night, power cuts, blindfolds and cinema fumbling.
( , Thu 23 Jul 2009, 15:49)
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"Daddy, I'm scared of the dark!"
...said my daughter as I switched the light out one evening. Perfectly reasonable behaviour from a three-year-old, and it rested with me to do something about it.
I - like a fool - tried to reason with her.
"What," I asked, "are you scared of?"
She looked at me, abject fear written across her face and said: "Wigglewig coming."
"Wigglewig?"
"Yeah," she repeated vewy vewy softly "Wigglewig coming"
"Who... what.. is Wigglewig?"
"He big an' fuzzy an' scary wiv a big tail an' he got sharp teeth an' HE COMING"
"So, where does he live? Under your bed?"
She pointed.
She pointed over my shoulder, out of her bedroom to the room over the landing. The bathroom.
"He lives in the bathroom."
"Yeh. Wigglewig coming."
"Where?"
She jumped out of bed, clutched Kung Fu Bunny to her chest, said "Shhh! Don't wake him up!" and led me by the hand.
"There he is. Is Wigglewig."
"That's the bog brush."
"Yeah. Wigglewig. He coming to get me."
She is nearly fifteen now. I can't wait until - one day - the Father-of-the-Bride speech.
( , Fri 24 Jul 2009, 12:07, 9 replies)
...said my daughter as I switched the light out one evening. Perfectly reasonable behaviour from a three-year-old, and it rested with me to do something about it.
I - like a fool - tried to reason with her.
"What," I asked, "are you scared of?"
She looked at me, abject fear written across her face and said: "Wigglewig coming."
"Wigglewig?"
"Yeah," she repeated vewy vewy softly "Wigglewig coming"
"Who... what.. is Wigglewig?"
"He big an' fuzzy an' scary wiv a big tail an' he got sharp teeth an' HE COMING"
"So, where does he live? Under your bed?"
She pointed.
She pointed over my shoulder, out of her bedroom to the room over the landing. The bathroom.
"He lives in the bathroom."
"Yeh. Wigglewig coming."
"Where?"
She jumped out of bed, clutched Kung Fu Bunny to her chest, said "Shhh! Don't wake him up!" and led me by the hand.
"There he is. Is Wigglewig."
"That's the bog brush."
"Yeah. Wigglewig. He coming to get me."
She is nearly fifteen now. I can't wait until - one day - the Father-of-the-Bride speech.
( , Fri 24 Jul 2009, 12:07, 9 replies)
Brilliant...
...as a father of a cute-as-a-button daughter too, I feel it's highly important to remember these events with clarity for such occasions.
Have a click.
( , Fri 24 Jul 2009, 12:12, closed)
...as a father of a cute-as-a-button daughter too, I feel it's highly important to remember these events with clarity for such occasions.
Have a click.
( , Fri 24 Jul 2009, 12:12, closed)
click
my little girl can't talk yet but I can't wait for these moments...
( , Fri 24 Jul 2009, 13:00, closed)
my little girl can't talk yet but I can't wait for these moments...
( , Fri 24 Jul 2009, 13:00, closed)
Kids are strange
I anthropomorphised the strange-shaped catch on my bedroom window. He was called Durdup and he was either very naughty or very good. Try reasoning with a 3 year old who is terrified of (an inanimate!) something she was having a cheerful conversation with a few hours before.
Fortunately I'm pretty sure my parents have forgotten. Have a click for a cute wee tale :)
( , Fri 24 Jul 2009, 13:35, closed)
I anthropomorphised the strange-shaped catch on my bedroom window. He was called Durdup and he was either very naughty or very good. Try reasoning with a 3 year old who is terrified of (an inanimate!) something she was having a cheerful conversation with a few hours before.
Fortunately I'm pretty sure my parents have forgotten. Have a click for a cute wee tale :)
( , Fri 24 Jul 2009, 13:35, closed)
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