Thursday, 10 September 2009


You shield your child from all the things you think might frighten her – Spider Man (that mask) and Batman (scary villains) and Incredible Hulk (anger problem) and Bambi (the mother dies) and Blinky Bill (the father dies) and Scooby Doo (monsters galore).

You're attentive, you're vigilant, and you're ready to pat yourself on the back for carefully creating this lovely, fear-free little world.

And then she refuses to go into her toy room in broad daylight, "because there's an orange fox in Peter Rabbit, and he's looking at me."

Just. Can't. Win.



  1. . . . and next thing you know - she'll love that orange fox.

  2. ....this post as well as the one on time-outs made me laugh. out loud. i am the mother of a 2 1/2 year old and 8 month old so i am there!

  3. Ah it's true -- she has started asking, during brave moments, to read about "Mister Todd the Fox". During not-so-brave moments she still insists that I remove the book from the house altogether.