My son has a very heightened sense of smell. He must first inhale the aroma of any object before he will touch it, and most certainly before he will dine on it.
I actually think we’re making progress. When he was a bit younger, smelling wasn’t enough. Much to my horror, he use to, without warning, drop to his belly and lick the ground. At church. At Wal Mart. The sidewalk. The more well traveled, the better. And he was fast, people. I was often unable to scoop him up before his tongue made contact.
He also went through a fun little faze which included licking electrical wall outlets. And sadly, he had already figured out how to extricate the baby safety covers.
This was a period of my life when I stepped up my prayer time.
Lately, he has even deemed his own aroma most unpleasant, and has taken an early interest in potty training. I say “early” because my girls didn’t potty train until after their 3rd birthday. And as would be the first to tell you, he’s more interested in the potty, than the actual training.
Water games can be fun.
Yesterday, he approached the toilet and before I could open my mouth to stop him, he bent down and sniffed of the toilet seat.
At this point, I was awfully glad we had passed the licking faze.
Our trips to the zoo are now fraught with drama. For two reasons. Jensen has declared the zoo “too stinky” for his delicate sensibilities. He holds his nose through much of the exhibits. Which can be problematic if you haven’t quite mastered breathing through your mouth.
The second problem we now have is that our intrepid zoo has come up with a new exhibit. I just received this flyer in the mail. Announcing “The Year of the Frog.” To honor my phobia of that 4 letter word that begins with “F” which I have recently sworn to you that I will no longer write about.
This is the same zoo which brought us the “Vulture Exhibit” last year.
Bravo, zoo people. More tax money well spent.
When we cancel our zoo membership, and we most certainly may, I will write on the line under “reason”
1. too stinky
2. too horrifying
Stupid stinky frogs.
The House of Fiddle is just a mixed bag of phobias.