I can make you scared, if you want me too...

My baby may be brilliant, but she is definately not going to be a techie. Electronic toys are downright scary, and always have been. She would rather play with the cats, or have some blocks and a bucket, or maybe a toy that she can pull on a string. It started with the flying saucer of doom when she was about 6 months. It was a neat bowl shaped thing that would spin and light up if she bumped it. It did not go over well. For Christmas she got an electronic piano, which she had no problems with if it just did its piano thing, but it has this one button, the button of terror. When the button is pushed the piano launches into its own rendition of...well...songs, and the teddybears on top dance madly. Terrifying. Mary also got one of those books that have buttons on the side that you push and they make noises or say things, you know what I'm trying to describe here, right? Anyways, that book has sat quietly on her bookshelf until this morning, when she accidentally stepped on it. The first time it made noise she looked around in horror to find out where the voice was coming from. The second time her face crumpled and she screamed in abject terror. Now the scream of abject terror is very different from the siren of frustration, and it makes my heart leap into my throat and tears come to my eyes, much like the howl of pain. Anyways, I put the book away and picked up my sobbing daugheter, who then clung to me like a little monkey for about 45 minutes. She calmed down after about 5, but every time I tried to put her down she whimpered in fear and tried to choke me. I finally coaxed her down with a cookie and some vanilla yogurt for breakfast.

Oh, and by the way, the title for this entry is from another Tragically Hip song, "Scared." I think I will see how many blog entries I can title with appropriate Hip lyrics.