Thursday, May 13, 2010

hard times......

Tate has been having it a bit rough this week. It all started with the El Capitan restaurant on Monday. Chad met Tate and I for a lunch date and the place just kind of freaked Tate out. There were tons of pirate paraphernalia throughout the restaurant and Tate was a little weirded out by the hanging skeletons and skulls etc..... It was made worse when Chad told him that his beef taco was made out of pirates. Who says that to a poor child anyways? His eyes got bigger and bigger and by bedtime that evening we were able to see the fullness of his fright. He was so freaked out about the skeletons he could not even function. That is when sweet Livia put her arm around her little brother and said- "Don't be a bit afraid- you have a skeleton in your body you know..." That was Tate's limit. He screamed and ran around the room "get this skeleton out of my body!!!!" poor kid thought he had some creepy eye patched skeleton possessing his little body. The more I explained to him that we all have them and so forth the more it was mortifying him. It was like I could just not make it better. Here it is Thursday and he is still traumatized. Aunt Tess is lending us a child book on the human body so I can better explain to him. There is just nothing worse than being scared when you are a kid. I was always afraid and would sneak into my sister's room all of the time to sleep with her (does anyone remember how freakin' scary the thriller video was?- that thing messed me up for years!) Anywhoo- keep little Tate in your prayers that he will make it through this tragic time in his young life and will come to terms with his anatomy.

3 comments:

Cindy said...

poor baby. i remember when my son was 5 and we went on an east coast trip and stopped in salem, mass. well, we just had to go on a tour of the witch trial church (totally cheesy) and once we were in the building we had to follow a tour and could not go backwards to get out. we asked and they told us we had to follow the tour. well, our son FA-REAKED out and screamed and screamed. you'd better believe they let us out.

poor baby had nightmares for the rest of our trip. we still laugh about it.

Hi, I'm Lindy... said...

Poor little guy! My heart is breaking!!! Tell him to come see me and Grandma will make it go away!

A day in the life of the Campbell's said...

aww. that is just heartbreaking. Poor little guy. You better not ever throw him a pirate party!