Oh the hilarity

Let me tell you a little story about Anna Banana. First off, my little girl fears nothing. We have to keep a really close eye on her. She will climb to the top of anything. She hugs complete strangers in the grocery store. She will pick up just about anything and put it in her mouth. That factoid with become important in a moment. She tackles life with enthusiasm. So yesterday we got out side for a bit. As a result of the ginormous amount of rain our yard is plastered with mushrooms. As I watched in horror Anna stooped down and picked one up for a closer look. She doesn't know wild mushrooms are often very poisonous. But I do. Envisioning a trip to the ER I swiped it from her hand with a little more vigor than was strictly necessary. She stood there in confusion for a moment and then went on playing. I forgot all about the incident. Later in the day, after nap time, we went back out for a while. She ran through the yard toward the swing set. Then stopped dead. She looked around. She realized she was surrounded by mushrooms. Mean, horrible, awful, mushrooms. She stood in the middle of the yard hopping from one foot the the other calling my name at the top of her lungs. Then she tried to run to me. Looking over her shoulder the whole time to make sure they weren't going to reach up and bite her in the bum. Wanna know what I was doing while this was all this was going on? I laughed. Oh how I laughed. It was the funniest thing I've seen all week. That is just the kind of mother I am. I, first, instill irrational fears into my children. Then I laugh at them when they are scared. Go me!!!


And I took pictures. Because who wouldn't want to remember this.*Note very concerned look on her face. *

I wonder if I can make Mark scared of puppies....