My conversation with Sarah today went like this:
Me: Sarah, would you like to go to the market with me?
Sarah: I'm scared of fireworks.
Yup. That's it. We've scared her for a while. Poor kid. She just keeps coming back to this.
We had gone to the TugBoat Roundup last weekend and went Saturday night to see the fireworks. Great display, of course. But it was so scary b/c we sat out in a thunder storm. Crazy ass people in my town! Anyway, the first firework went up into the air and Sarah grabbed onto me so tight. She tucked her head into my chest and shoulders and wouldn't look up. She hates them! poor girl!
Me: Sarah, would you like to go to the market with me?
Sarah: I'm scared of fireworks.
Yup. That's it. We've scared her for a while. Poor kid. She just keeps coming back to this.
We had gone to the TugBoat Roundup last weekend and went Saturday night to see the fireworks. Great display, of course. But it was so scary b/c we sat out in a thunder storm. Crazy ass people in my town! Anyway, the first firework went up into the air and Sarah grabbed onto me so tight. She tucked her head into my chest and shoulders and wouldn't look up. She hates them! poor girl!
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