"the moon is scared to me."

A few Ivar fears came out this week. As we were getting ready to go to a parade he came running into the garage and told me, "the moon is scared to me!" He wouldn't go out of the garage. I had to carry him to the car in the driveway with his head buried into my shoulder, hiding from the moon.

In the car we asked him why the moon was scared to him. He said it was moving. (Which is true since Ivar was moving and it kept following him.) And I think he didn't like that it was out in the daytime. He just doesn't trust a thing that comes out as it pleases and follows him wherever he goes. He's suspicious.

Then we went to the parade and he did not like the loud sirens on the fire trucks and police cars. But he didn't cry. He just pulled down his hat over his eyes.

And later, after he fell down I asked him if he was hurt. He said, "I am. I got hurt my feelings."