Dear Diary,
Tonight, I witnessed legitimate fear in my son's eyes. His little sister is a curious cat, that one. And she's been known a time or two for trying to detach a certain piece of his body during bath time, somehow mistaking it for a toy.
This time, he was standing. I was scrubbing his little pot belly when out of nowhere comes five anxious fingers, ready to perform their famous death grip on his unmentionables. When I told him to watch out, he screamed, "Sissy! Don't eat it!" with more panic and irritation than I have ever heard from him before.
Even though she was educated on the matter (a.k.a. yelled at by her 3 year old brother), I get the feeling she'll be back.
Sincerely,
Me. Mom of a scared little boy and a human female version of Jaws.
That is hilarious! And has happened in some version in my house many times.
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