...And all her glory

Molly is at such a peculiar stage right now; she is all over the place with her thoughts and emotions. "Papa, how do you make cars, and what makes them different colors?" "So, if you didn't paint the metal on a car, what color is it?" Echos of "Maya, lets pretend that..." can be heard throughout the day, setting the stage for a wide variety of situations. Today, she was reduced to tears in an instant. She came to me, complaining that her back itched "SO badly mama, I just can't stand it!" When I looked at her bug-bitten back, which was slightly rubbed raw, I mentioned to her that she needed to stop itching, because she was breaking the skin. She looks at me frantically, eyes wild, and says: "Oh no mama, what will happen if my skin breaks?" I could barely stifle my giggle as you could see that her fears were mounting in her own mind of all the calamities that she was going to face, and she burst into tears. Oh my... Without a second thought, she picks up this snake at Miller Farm with Papa's guidance. It doesn't strike her that most adults cringe at these slarmy creatures, and wouldn't touch them with a ten foot pole. But when told she might have to sleep in the guest room, since she wont calm down and go to sleep while in the same room as Maya, she again is reduced to tears, terrified that the jaguars might come in the window. Jaguars? As hard as I try, she cannot be convinced that there are no jaguars in the entire state of Colorado. This afternoon she couldn't find the chapter book we were reading, that was last seen in the guest room. As she is once again fighting back tears, I convince her to go look again. "But mama, what if a spider has gotten a hold of it?" A spider? Where is she going with this one? "A spider, what would a spider want with your book my girl?" "Well, mama, a spider might want to rip it into teeny, tiny little pieces, and decorate its web with the book scraps for Halloween!" Right...it might, she has such a valid point.