At the dinner table, Xander suddenly stops eating, gets off his chair, peeks over the edge of the table and says in a very quiet voice: "Excuse me, Mama, is there a bear coming ?"
Uhhh ... no. There's no bear coming. As far as we can tell.
This little episode brings back memories of a few months ago when Xander, for reasons that are still unclear, was suddenly very concerned and scared about bears popping up in various places. Like in his ear. And, bad parents that we are, we used this to our advantage, by threatening him with bears when he refused to do something. The most egregious example that comes to mind is being in a jewelry store to get something on Christina's ring fixed -- the jeweler was working upstairs, and Xander kept trying to go upstairs, so we had to resort to telling him that there was a bear upstairs. And then, when I heard the noise of the jewelry grinding wheel, I couldn't help myself and had to add "... and that sound is the noise of the bear sharpening his knife".
As if a bear needs a knife.
[Yes, I'm a horrible parent. That was a bad thing to do. I keep telling myself that it didn't really register with him.]
