This is Baby.
He's oftentimes cranky.
And he's DEFINITELY the coolest kid he knows.
Yes, you read that right. WEATHER.
Rain, thunder, lightening, even a gust of wind terrifies the kid. As soon as it merely starts sprinkling out, you can bet that Baby is inside, ordering me to close all the windows and to usher everyone else inside.
The other night, I awakened to him standing by my bedside at 3am. He wanted to know if the big bad wolf could really blow our house down. I firmly ushered him back to bed while reassuring him that no, there is no such thing as a big, bad talking wolf and yes, our house is completely sturdy enough to withstand any weather phenomenon.
So does it make me a bad mother that I find this fear of his utterly amusing? He's such a toughie in every other way.