What Makes a 3-Year-Old Cry?
October5
Our three-year-old grandson has a pretty happy disposition and not much gets him down, but he was in tears this morning. We’re having a bit of a blow here on the east coast – a nor-easter with lots of rain and winds that are gusting to 100 km/hr (60mph). The ‘breezes’ caught the tree that held the start of the tree-house that Grampa is building for Steven – and took it out by the roots. Tire swing’s gone, too.
The silver lining? As Steven, who never cries for long, says: “I can fill up that hole with water and jump in the B-I-G puddle!”
Wow, that’s a strong wind! It is windy here too, mostly gusts. Sadie, our dog hates the wind and follows me everywhere.
Nan, I’m told it’s what called a “Cape Hatteras blow” LOL
Aw, that’s so sad!
He’s taking it pretty well, Alyce. Thankfully, we have 3-day weekend this week and Grampa has an extra day to work on fixing it. First – cut up the tree and get rid of it, second – fix the fence, and then…it’s always something. 😉
Oh no! That would make me cry too. I lost two mature elms to Dutch Elm Disease last year and I was distraught for weeks. I planted two new trees on the other side of the yard but it will never be the same. I empathize with your grandson’s feelings.
Oh, I’m so sorry, Leslie – elms are such beautiful trees, too. This was just a scrubby maple but was so perfect for the tree house, the tire swing & learning to climb trees. We’ll replant, but you’re so right – it can never be the same.
Nothing more fun than a little boy and a B-I-G puddle. Happy splashing!
Barbara, I had forgotten how much JOY they can derive from such a simple thing. He comes in soaked but sooo happy!
Awww…that is worth crying about. I bet Grampa was crying a bit too.
Grampa would have cried, I think, Mrs. J., but the tree-house itself is pretty much in one piece and just needs to be righted and completed.
Whew! At least the tree house didn’t break up into splinters.
Don’t tell anyone, but I still feel like your grandson when I see a big puddle! LOL
Yes, Cathy – we’re very glad the tree-house suffered no damage at all…and I especially won’t tell Steven about your puddle fantasies! 😉