This was Ridges Face when he opened it and turned it on.
He absolutely wanted nothing to do with it. In fact he cried if it was even in the same room. we had to hide it so he could sleep that night.
Fast forward three days, now when he wakes up, he says scary. He eats with it,
Plays with it,
and even shares his bink with it. But his name is still scary, and once in a while he gets that look again, and I remind him that scary is nice.
O the things we do to our kids, no wonder we all need therapy when we grow up!
2 comments:
I knew he would come around eventually. That's the thing about scary things, they scare us and fascinate at the same time. I guess his curiosity got the best of him. Those pictures are hilarious.
I'm glad to see that they've made friends.
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