Worst Mother EVER!
I got the Boy a copy of "How The Grinch Stole Christmas" Thursday. He liked it a LOT, and made me read it a bunch of times. He liked it so much that I showed him the cartoon last night, and let him watch the entire movie with Jim Carrey this morning.
Now, he's afraid to go to bed because he's frightened of the Grinch. I had to lie down with him last night and tonight to get him to go to sleep.I can just hear him bitching to his therapist about me when he's fifty.
posted by Desperate Housewife at
9:23 PM
9 Comments:
You know what? I made the same mistake with my son when he was a young'un - Not with "The Grinch", but it had the same impact. He slept in our bed for 2 years afterward.
Two years?! I'm already having a hard time trying to get him out of my bed!
It just didn't occur to me that the Grinch would scare him! He loved the book! I think it was the cartoon. I never thought of the Grinch as exactly scary when I was a kid. I always thought of him as more...crusty.
Aww I never thought of the Grinch being scary but that Jim Carey movie could probably do it to a little one.
Hey, I got over my deathly fear of the Oompa Loompas. Well, kind of.
Interesting that the book was ok, but not the cartoon or the movie. Could you tell which one was the scariest for him?
Cartoon. I think it was the slithering like a snake under the Who's Christmas tree.
I don't think my kids will ever forgive my husband and I for taking them on the "Honey We Shrunk Ourselves" ride at Disneyland. We were not at the "happiest place on earth" that day. Oye! It happens to the best of us.
If I were you I would get the cartoon version and play the end over and over again...you know, when he is nice and singing with the families because his heart grew three times its size that day. Maybe if he gets the good part drilled into his head he will not be so upset by it. Whatever you do, don't let him watch Gremlins until he's a teenager. My sister was freaked about those things for months after the movie and would crawl into bed with me and cling to me for dear life. I was not a happy camper.
Wait until he hears the "big" kids talking about some horror movie and reiterating the grossest parts. That happened to my boy LAST summer (2005) and he still sometimes has nightmares about it. We ended up putting a nightlight in his room, hung a dreamcatcher in the doorway, and I spray his pillow with "good dream" spray - which was an aromatherapy spray I happened to have at the time. Worked for me - kept him in his bed and helped him get to sleep.
I damaged my girls with nightly stories about'the sandman' coming. I had no idea that I was torturing them. I thought it was a nice story and when they didn't speak after, I thought it was because they were in awe of my story telling skills. Maybe our children will have the same therapist.
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