Partly because of the flinching eyes, instinctively closing in case pieces fly off in all directions. Partly because seeing such unintended violence burst out of the sweetest looking baby girl embodies a kind of dichotomy that caters to my darker sense of humor. Partly because such actions are often preceded, accompanied, and/or followed by top-of-the-lungs sustained vowel sounds not entirely dissimilar to singing.
If by "singing" you can include throat-popping moans a la Peter Boyle in Young Frankenstein.
I worry that I'm encouraging violent behavior by laughing - sending mixed signals and all that. But, on the flip side, isn't this an important developmental stage? We need to encourage her to explore her capabilities. As long as she doesn't start in on the cats.
I've already started thinking of appropriately encouraging Christmas gifts:
- hammer
- drum
- piano
- those weighted bottom inflatable rocking things
- XBox 360 controller
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