When I was pregnant, Troy and I saw a hilarious website that listed funny things kids were afraid of. I clearly remember that one little girl was deathly afraid of butterflies. We wondered what our child would grow to be afraid of.
Yup. My son is absolutely terrified of roosters. And here's the thing, if he saw a real rooster I don't even think he'd be afraid. Wait, let me show him this picture and I'll live blog the response.
Me: (first I pause Dragon Tales) Garrett--
G: Don't pause it.
Me: Hold on. Hey, what is this?
G: (smiling) It's a rooster.
Me: Is it scary?
G: No! Turn Dragon Tales back on!
But at night, oh heavens to Betsy! (Whatever that actually means, the Internet says it is a mild exclamation of surprise. Can we please bring it back?) At night he gets out of bed two seconds after we put him in there and he declares, "I had a scary dream! There was a big rooster." Nevermind that he sleeps with a plastic sword for the very purpose of slaying big, terrifying roosters. Nevermind that his giant stuffed lion is there to protect him because, obviously, a lion can take a rooster in a fight. Nevermind that I told him if any rooster managed to penetrate the walls of his room I would punch it in the face. Nevermind that he sleeps on the second floor so the evil poultry would have to waltz through the door, not be seen by the canine or the feline, cockadoodle doo his way up the stairs and peck through the door just to get to him. He is completely convinced that a rooster "got off the farm" and has come for him.
Three years ago my husband and I laughed at a little girl who was afraid of butterflies. Unbeknownst to us, our son, the rock star, would have an irrational fear of the rooster.