"And I said, 'Go away, doggy!'"
Susan, Brian, Gracelyn and Davis all came over to dinner the other night--I cooked on the grill for everyone. Gracelyn got her new lawn mower that also blows out bubbles. So, we had to go outside and try it out in the driveway. Well, she also decided to take her big green ball outside to the driveway with her. So, we head out there and she drops the ball on the ground and it bounces along happily landing in the grass. From across the way, the neighbors large but extremely friendly dog comes bounding over to play with the ball since she thinks Gracelyn wants to play. (This is the same dog who wanders the neighborhood freely and chased sticks I was throwing into the woods (I was doing stick removal)) She is harmless, but when you're two and have to look up into the dog's face, it can be pretty scary. Well, Gracelyn sees the dog and climbs up me, crying and upset. In fact, if I could have grown six feet taller, that would have been just fine with her at this point. But she gets up there and I sternly tell the dog to go away, which causes the dog to bark at us with a digrunted woof.
Well, Grandma hears the dog bark and the grandchild crying and comes out. The dog is gone by this point--back home. The neighbors were outside and called her over to them. They come over, clearly embarassed and upset. Again, at no point was this dog in any way threatening unless you're two and the dog is taller than you. So, Gracelyn talks to Grandma who tells her it's OK to be scared of the dog, but she can tell the dog to "Go away, doggy!" and the dog will listen to her. She then climbs back to me and says, "Where did doggy go?" Now that the dog is gone, she wants to pet her. So, we discussed how Gracelyn can pet the dogs if she wants, but only with adults around.
Now, at this point, she starts to tell us about her view on the events that have transpired. "I was scared but I said, 'Go away, doggy!'" she keeps telling me. Visual a two-year old and when she says "Go away doggy" she does a finger point on each word. She was so hilarious it cracked me up--esp. as she told this story to anyone who would listen for several days. She also told me she plans to live in Tennessee forever and live next door to her parents when she grows up.
You gotta love the kids when they're that age. And Davis has figured out how to roll over and is staring to try and crawl. Man, that house should be fun when both kids are mobile. He was pretty much happy, go lucky the other night. He is pretty laid back about stuff, until he gets hungry and then it's like scenes from
Little Shop of Horrors. ("Feed me, Seymour!") I am enjoying his being seven months old, but I keep seeing all this cool Spider-Man tie in stuff and wanting to buy it all for him. OK, I want it for me, but I can't use him as an excuse for it since it's all too small for him yet! Oh well, by the time
Spider-Man 3 comes out, he'll be old enough for some of it! I gotta get a great paying job so I can afford all the toys I want to get he and his sister...
posted by Michael Hickerson at 5/28/2004 11:03:00 AM |
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