Yadows!

There have been a couple (blessedly) false starts in this direction already (see "Deegas") , but it looks more and more like Julia is on the verge of enertering the terrified twos. Yesterday she accompanied me to the bathroom to supervise my facewashing and contact-cleaning (seeing my face all sudsy is hilarious), but got a little bored and wandered back out into our bedroom. She hadn't even crossed the threshhold before she wheeled around and raced over to me. Clutching my leg, she looked up, eyes wide open, and said, "Daired!" ("Scared!") It was legitimate fear, too. I asked her what she saw, but she just said, "Duddos! Duddos!" ("Cuddles!"), so I told her to hug my leg because my hands were too wet to hug her. While I finished up, she gripped me like she was falling down. Hands dry (it's very important to have dry hands, else she sends you back to the towel and inspects each finger carefully until they are suitably dry), we we went to the door to look out into the bedroom.

She just pointed, still unblinking. I asked, "Honey, did you see some shadows that scared you?" "Uh-huh! Yadows! Daired! Yadows!" I flipped on the overhead lights to chase all the shadows away, and that seemed to make things better, because she switched from Experiencing the Event to Recounting the Event, which she did about five times in two minutes.