G had taken to crying about things that will hurt her that she knows not to do when she decides not to do them.

Allow me to elaborate, by way of example.

We’re at the park, on the monkey bars, and she asks me to hang Kila’s leash so she can swing from it.   Then she climbs up to the top of the play-gym and asks me to hand her the leash.   Upon which i look straight at her and say “No.   You’re going to fall.   You’re going to fall.   You’re going to get an owie.   Owie owie owie. ” I see the wheels slowly turning behind her pretty blue eyes, and then she starts to cry.

WTF?   The whole idea of me giving her warnings and her getting smart enough to think before she acts and then ask me for advice and then heed my warnings is so she won’t cry.   Why do i feel like a bad parent by protecting her from harm?

G: “I wanna get in the pool”
Me: “Ok, but its really cold”
G:

G:“i wanna climb\ride\run\swing\hang\dangle\snip\snap\trod\trek\whittle daddy”
Me:“Be very careful, be very careful, owie owie.”
G:

Me: don’t eat that fistful of butter. it’ll give your tummy an owie
G: i want butter daddy
Me: you’ll feel seek, and shit your pants
G: (after eating fistful of butter)

When in public, I try to let other people hear what I’m saying before they start hearing her cry.   I feel dirty, and i dont’t know why.