Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Warm, Scary Air
Recently Abby has recently been affected with a deep and abiding fear of our air vents. There's one in our upstairs hallway, on the far right, and Abby will hug the left wall as she walks by it. Another air vent is suspiciously close to her bookshelf. She no longer feels safe venturing over to browse. I've taken to sitting on the vent and assuring her that the area in front of her books has now been secured. "See," I tell her, "Daddy's sitting on the air vent and it's not hurting him."
"The air vent is our friend," Abby will say, beating me to the punch.
"That's right, the air vent is our friend! It's giving us some warm, cozy air on this very cold day!"
She nods appreciatively and drags a few books over to the middle of the floor.