thread: My DS is the world's biggest sook

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  1. #1
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    Jul 2007
    Melbourne
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    My DS is terrified, like screams in hysteria terrified, of animals. Well living things really.
    This doesn't just extend to cats, dogs, bunnies but also to snails, worms, ants, spiders.


    He had a major freak out over touching a stuffed dead wombat at Healesville last year and his Aunties recently made their own snail "farm" at home.
    One of them we trying to explain to him how snails have four eyes and two of them are feelers and she got too close and he lost it.
    Totally weird. I so desperately want to buy him a bunny as a pet and he wouldn't have a bar of it.

  2. #2
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    Jan 2009
    In my own little fantasy world
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    Thanks for the good laugh ladies! I'm glad I'm not the only one. Every little thing hurts. DD kicks him. "Don't like (Insert usually liked food item here)" ....... and on it goes.

    So when does it stop? LOL Probably never. I know I ring mum to have a good sook every now & then

  3. #3
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    Jan 2006
    8,369

    Someone just has to look at my son and they've hurt him if he's in one of those moods (even including falling over because the look pushed him) - has been the same since he was very young.

    I just tell people he's going to be a footballer when he grows up - he's already got the required skills!

  4. #4
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    Nov 2008
    Perth, WA
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    Please don't tell me it's gonna get worse once he can talk...

    DS is only just 18 months and everything is a sooky whinge atm. Especially wanting to be picked up all the time. This is always accompanied by VERY tightly clinging legs and arms.
    I have to put him down to wash my pooey hands/take the washing to the line/do something that's physically impossible with him in my arms = massive whinge
    nappy change = whinge
    wanting something (e.g to get a drink, play with a toy etc, all things he can do on his own) = whinge
    mummy going to the loo = massive whinge
    having to swim to mummy at the pool today = whinge (though, to the amazement of our swim teacher, he can whinge right up until the time he goes underwater and still not swallow or cough!)

    Surprisingly the only time he didn't whinge this morning was when he fell over on the concrete and scraped both knees and his hand!