Lately, Austin's obsessed with stories. He's constantly saying, "Mommy/Daddy, do a happy/scary story." Some stories consist of recounting his baby days. Others summarize the day he's had. Even others are completely make believe and involve various topics like pirates, kings, knights, bubble gum balloons, space travel, fire trucks and fire men, beach trips, and picnics. Almost all of them require the presence of a volcano spitting lava or sharks. Ah, the minds of boys.
Anyway, a few weeks ago, Austin asked me to tell him a happy story while he was in the bath tub. So, I proceeded to tell him a story of Austin getting his toe stuck in the drain and being sucked down into the pipes for an adventure. He saw garbage in the pipes, fish, sharks, and other things. The pipe led him to a pond where he went down a waterfall. He saw more fish, sharks, turtles, and a frog who gave Austin directions back to his house.
Austin was completely into this story as I told it and added to it himself. A few days later while Gene was bathing him, Austin was sitting on top of the drain as the water was draining out of the tub. It made a sucking sound and Austin completely freaked out thinking he was being sucked down the drain like in the story.
What I thought was a happy story turned out to be a scary story afterall.
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