Monsters & farts

“I am scared of zombies because they take your brains. I run away from them.” Art work by Josh. Age 6.

josh-zombies

When Josh was 3 years old, one day he told me he couldn’t sleep because he was afraid of monsters. I had no idea how to respond to that, so I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind: “Oh don’t worry, baby, we don’t have monsters in our house. You fart so much, and the monsters stay away.”

I don’t know where that came from, and I was grasping for straws, but it worked. He took comfort in the fact that he farted constantly, and it protected our home from monsters. Over the past few years, I had to repeat that a few times, and also make sure Cliff tells the same story. I always wonder how long this story will last.

Two nights ago, while snuggling with Savanna in her bed, she said she was afraid of monsters. I said, “don’t worry, Josh’s farts keep the monsters away.” She asked if I was sure, I said absolutely. I also asked Josh to confirm that he has never seen a monster in his life. She then was happy to change topics.

Today, I saw Josh’s teacher post a blog on the kids’ drawings and writing. Josh wrote on his, “I am scared of zombies because they take your brains. I run away from them.” On one hand, I am relieved that he didn’t say he farted so much and the zombies ran away. I wouldn’t want to have to explain to the other parents how we teach our kids at home. On the other hand, I’m a little sad that he didn’t talk about using his farts to scare away the zombies. It makes me wonder if my fart-and-scare-the-monsters story is going hold up much longer.

Day 36/365 {art}

Angela Chang Photography Day 36 of 365Here is the finished wall art the kids did.  Well, the kids did the middle two, and Cliff did the fork and spoon.  Joshua made the one on the left at about 8 months old, and Savanna made the one on the right at about 14 months old.  These 12×16 canvases hang over our dining room table.

 

Day 27/365 {paint}

Angela Chang Photography Day 27 of 365

When Joshua was less than a year old, we bought a blank canvas, and handed him a paint brush with some paint.  We then hung the “art” he made over our dining room table.  I finally got around to buying another blank canvas, and this time gave it to Savanna to make her mark.  She seemed to have quite enjoyed the process, painting all the way from the canvas to the floor to her own forehead.  Her canvas is going up on the wall as soon as the paint cures.