Anyway, last night I was reminded that just like brown eyes and dimples, those less desirable traits (like "planning for the worst") run in the family too. And it seems that Payton, who is ten, has inherited my penchant for.....ahem....."planning". Apparently he enjoys laying awake at night thinking about things that are completely out of his control and making himself miserable.
Each night at bedtime, we allow our kids to listen to stories on CD before going to sleep. Last night was Sawyer's night to choose, and he requested to listen to the Orioles game on the radio. (We are trying to enjoy their winning season while it lasts.) Payton was decidedly unhappy about Sawyer's choice and made sure we all knew it. I dealt with his attitude, and as I was leaving the room, he called out "Mom, please turn up the radio." I was shocked. "What? You've been having a fit because you didn't want to listen to the game and now you want me to turn it up?" His response: "Yes, I need it loud so it will drown out my thinking."
Oy............
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Boy does that sound familiar, and I love that little comic strip.
YOU are a worrier?? huh...learn something new every day!
I was like payton as a kid too...had a box packed in my closet with all my favorite things (so I could grab it quick when the house caught on fire!)
Just an encouragement - Taylor spent an entire 3 years sleeping on his floor at night because Jeff (with good intentions) told him that his bunk bed would be more likely to fall on him than our house being bombed by an atomic bomb. Sometimes you just trade worries. =] Oh - btw - he's sleeping in his bed now =]
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