#7 has been an interesting child since conception, 1 month early, 9lbs 15oz. He is huge, his feet are Neanderthal. His favorite activity is extreme wrestling, he'll 'take down' anyone. I have a picture in my head that just won't go away, #7's little friend Olivers' big brown eyes, wide with shock and horror as he rolls down the hill at the park wrapped up in one of #7's flying tackles. Oliver I feel your pain.
So here's the funny thing...despite his size and intense physicality, #7 is scared of the weirdest things.
He spent years terrified of sirens, he thought the police were coming to get him.
He was terrified of the toilet, he might get flushed down.
He spent 6 months terrified of birds, they were going to fly up and peck him.
He has an irrational fear of Lions, he's never seen one, even at the Zoo but, one snarl from Daddy is enough to send him hiding under the covers.
Then, most recently, it was monsters, OK, that's pretty typical, but his solution to all these fears is this.
One night cuddling in Mom and Dads bed, where most of his fears have been discussed and conquered, he announced, "I'm not scared of anything anymore, only the Holy Ghost!"
So much for the Holy Ghost being the comforter.
Aww, #7 you're to fun!