Fears

This is a new thing, this being scared of stuff. I don't liked it.

I'm scared of the Halloween spider that mommy hung up next to the front door. Every time I see it, I say "scared fider." Its eyes blink green, and if you make a loud noise it drops down and its legs wiggle. I really really don't like it. But mommy says it's just a silly toy, so sometimes I tell her (and myself) "Silly toy. Silly toy." That helps a little bit.

I also am scared of fire trucks, at least up close. They're too big, and the noise in the fire house garage is too loud. I really like fire trucks, though -- I want to be one for Halloween, and I love playing with my fire hat and reading about fire trucks and playing with the little toy one I have at home.

At night, sometimes I wake up a little bit and say "No, no, no" and bat at the air like I'm trying to make something go away. Mommy thinks I'm having bad dreams. It makes her sad, and she tries to cuddle me until I feel better.