Today we traveled 2.5 hours each way to attend my niece's second birthday party. My girls LOVED seeing their cousin, and a good time was had by all. The party was held at a children's museum, followed by a chilly stop at a local Pumpkin Farm.
The Pumpkin Farm was decorated for Halloween, complete with a haunted house, corn maze, and creepy statues. Husband loves everything horror, and wanted to go through the haunted house. He asked 3 year old if she wanted to go in it with him. Oblivious to what was going on, she happily took her daddy's hand and bopped over to the Haunted House entrance. Then the screams began...
She got about 6 feet from the entrance and saw the witch with the glowing eyes staring at her. That was too much. So, she stayed with 19 month old and me, while Husband went through alone. All the while, 3 year old is sobbing that her daddy has been "taken by the monsters". We had a tearful reunion, and all was well about 5 min. later.
I tried to explain to her that this was "not real" and "make believe". She looked at me as if I had two heads. Then I realized, that her reality is different from mine. This is a child who makes her Barbies talk, dresses up in play clothes regularly, and speaks to imaginary people. When she plays, her reality is what she makes it.
Oh the fun that is childhood...
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