Its Begun!

G’s had night lights of sorts for like…awhile now.   Many of them.   One stuck out of the socket, one hung in a string around her bed, one was a funny little spaceman head from IKEA that probably cost more than my snowboard.   She coulda cared less.   And thusly, i thought we would skip being scared of the dark.   Silly me.   She’s always been a little hinky about venturing off into the park at night, but that’s understandable – its big, and dark, and she knows for a fact there are coyotes nearby.   But darkness was just not a big deal.

No more.

The human brain stumbling along its growth-path from mush to precision thinking machine gets stuck in a phase that resembles Mac&Cheese:   its almost food, and its genius, and you could sorta survive if that’s all you had, if you could just figure out how to boil water.   Here is where little girls are afraid of the dark.

Some nights she isn’t, but more and more nights she is.   She’s being quite reasonable about it, asking politely for us to leave on the light.   There is at least one handshake and a SYN\ACK before she will throw a tantrum if its not on.   In Rocky Point recently, finding ourselves in need of a night light and faced with a bathroom light that inextricably lit both the bath area and the commode…well only passing out drunk each night got me to sleep.   I am very light sensitive.

Perhaps that spaceman head that costs more than my snowboard will prove its worth.

Next up: monsters under the bed.   <groan>