There are Only Two Things I'm Afraid Of

Have you read THIS POST that my husband, Vic, wrote? It is phenomenal. It really is. It blows me away. Especially considering he sat down and wrote it two weeks before Lucy died. We always quote our nephew who, speaking about his fears, admitted that, "Oh ya, I am afraid of loud noises and storms." ( You can read more about it when you click on the link above to the previous blog post Vic wrote)

Well...we've discovered a few things Peter is afraid of.

Dinosaurs and Carousels.

The zoo in Salt Lake has this mechanical dinosaur thing going on. I don't really get it. Apparently, Peter doesn't either. He is so frightened of them. He arches his back and scoots as far back in his stroller as possible. This is humorous to us considering this kid is generally fearless. He is so physically aggressive. But fake dinosaurs? Forget it.

And then we have carousels. Again, fake animals. He refuses to sit atop one of them to spin round and round. We always end up having to sit on the bench. Come on, dude. You might be teased about this by your mother when you are a grown man. You can jump unabashedly into swimming pools, scale large rocks, keep up with the big kids, run as fast as me, approach any stranger, pet dogs, pretend to be Kung Fu Panda, go down (and up) the biggest slide on the playground, and run TOWARD the moose in Park City. But fake animals put you over the edge?

Other than scary fake animals at the zoo, we also enjoyed watching the Bird Show where Peter was chosen to hold out his little hand so a bird could give him a coupon for a free gallon of ice cream. Vic may have been more excited than Peter. 

What are you afraid of?