Ewww! Mommy Ewww!
Tornado A doesn’t like bugs.
Mommy! Ewwww! Mommy! Ewwww!
It’s the weirdest thing. Seriously weird.
Disgust laced with fear. What happened to this kid?
Tornado A has to come get me to deal with the bug. He takes my hand and leads me to the bug.
So I swat it away or carry it away or blow it away, or in the unfortunate case that it’s a roach and inside my house, then I stomp on it and flush it away.
Ant. Fly. Roach. Beetle. Mosquito. Bee. All of them upset Tornado A.
I just worry about this aversion. The kid has two older brothers after all. Weaknesses will be exploited.
I guess we can always call The Friendly Giant over to chase Tornado E and Tornado S with a frog.
God, I’m raising wusses.