Last week when talking about seat belt safety Clara interrupted, “Yes, but Mom I already know that you should never jump in a sharks mouth or put your finger in a tigers mouth or…”
This week Ivy told her friend and I that the only things that makes her nervous are, “…large predators that could kill me…” When her friend asked what a predator was she happily informed her “You know, stuff like bears and wolves and…”
I’m not sure where this is all coming from, (because to answer my cousin, no, I have not been reading them Peter Capstick stories) but it seems I have accidentally imparted upon my girls a considerable respect for large toothy creatures.
Which is good.
I’ll never have to worry about Clara jumping into a sharks mouth (at least on purpose) and Ivy will not be the kid who tries to cuddle with a bear.
I can just cross those items right off my list of motherly worries.