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Unfriendliness

Luke is in general a very friendly boy. He'll tell anyone who will listen about the time he and Anakin killed Darth Vader (he doesn't have a full grip on the Star Wars story) or about the house he is building in New York City. He loves kids his own age, older kids, adults, grandparents, dogs, cats, fish... you name it.

There is only one group right now that he is not friendly to, and that is babies. Perhaps we warned him to be careful of babies too often (don't let the baby grab your fork!) or perhaps he doesn't like how they get all the attention. I think he has also been the victim of some aggressive babies in the child care center at the gym who were trying to take his toys, or who hit him, or who the adults favored over him. Regardless, if you've got someone from newborn to about 3 years (pretty much anyone visibly younger than him is a baby) he's a bit wary.

This comes up in strange ways as we look forward to the visit of his 18 month old cousin, A. Earlier this year he decided to put outlet covers in all the outlets to keep her safe. But the latest incarnation is that he has started putting the chair that usually goes in front of his sink into his closet. He continues to do this even though we have threatened him with no bedtime stories, or time outs, or other dire warnings. This is apparently very important to him.

It's not that he wants to keep A safe from falling off the chair, though. According to him, last time she was here she climbed up onto his sink and used up all the water from his sink. We had to go out to the hose to fill it up again. Just terrible.

As with most of Luke's theories, this one speaks for himself. Do you think that someday he'll become a great scientist who comes up with oddball theories and then proves them? That, or a digger driver, I suppose...

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Anonymous said…
I'll have to keep a closer eye on A so she doesn't use up all of your water this year!
FNDP

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