Simeon has recently started relishing scaring his siblings. And his parents. And, really, anyone else who is within a few feet of him. He likes to be tigers, dragons, and other dangerous and frightening beasts and make snarly, growly noises.
After the 3,000th time, this does get a bit old. However, Sim doesn’t mind if I do a pro-forma “Aaaaa,” which leads to things like this:
Sim: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHH!
Me: [Sounding somewhat distracted and not very convincing] Aaa.
Sim: [Runs off, perfectly happy]
In my defense, I had done a more convincing scream for the times before that.
Happily, his sisters are usually more obliging, sometimes even bursting into tears and running to find me when he growls at them. I have made no headway explaining to them that he WANTS them to run and cry, and he’ll continue his scary efforts if they do that. That doesn’t make any sense to them.
This afternoon, though, he’s the dragon that belongs to his sisters, so we’re having a relatively pleasant game of Dragon and Owners. Sim hasn’t yet figured out that this really just means that his sisters tell him what to do. I don’t really want to explain that to him. It would change the game, and right now I can’t take the screaming of a game of Dragon Turns On Owners.
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