Up until now, Sigourney’s fears have been toddleresque and sort of sweet. I mean, being scared of a wittle bunny wabbit? That’s adorable!
Then, a few nights ago, she told me that she’s scared of the sun.
It was night time when she told me this. She wanted me to close the drapes.
“The sun isn’t out right now. It’s night time. Are you scared of the dark?”
“No,” she said. “Scared of sun. Sun watching me. Sun eyes watching me. No yike sun.”
I closed the drapes and figured she was being purposefully silly. (She is sometimes!)
The next night, she again told me to close the drapes and that the sun was watching her. I tried to have a rational conversation with her about how the sun can’t be watching her because the sun doesn’t have eyes. And the sun is far away in the sky. And the sun is away right now, because it is night time. And the sun doesn’t have eyes.
She looked at me with wide eyes and said, “I no yike da sun. I scared of dat.” Then she tried to close the drapes and dove into her bed.
Where in the world would she get this idea that the malevolent sun is stalking her through windows?
Okay, I may have found the culprit of her nightmares. Still, totally creepy.