My sweet tender hearted, yet always moving and having his volume stuck on the loudest possible setting eldest son, HATES snakes. I mentioned it before. Darn that parent that let him watch Indiana Jones.
Just to prove that this truly still bothers him, I give you Exhibit A from before…the puzzle missing the Nevada/snake infested piece:
And now Exhibit B:
In Health class, the kids were asked to draw something that they are afraid of. Lanham picked snakes. Shocker!
I didn’t make a big deal out of it because I didn’t want to belittle his fears. Everybody has them. I’m scared of this freaky guy from those Leprechaun movies.
He’s lurking under my bed. I swear.
The funny (scary?) part of this happened the next day when I asked his buddy Owen about Health class assignment. His reply, “I drew a man with guns…it is REALLY scary to me.” Whoa! Snakes vs. guns. Should I be happy that my kid’s fears were of a more innocent nature or should I be nervous that he doesn’t have more real world fears?
I laughed. Probably shouldn’t. However, the range between what the two boys were afraid of was just so crazy I couldn’t help myself. Thoughts?
Love my carpoolin’ kiddos. Love my 2nd grader. Hate that Leprechaun.Pin It