Friday, February 8, 2008
After looking at the pics of Z I felt the need to blog about not just his propensity towards grouchiness but one of his little quirks. He has an ingrained and intense phobia.
I first became aware of his fear during a co-op preschool activity that involved placing apples stickers on a tree. Grabbing his picture of the tree, running from me in panic, he had an all out melt down. At first I thought it was an isolated incident, but some number of days following the apple tree trauma, we went to Wal-Mart where a nice older man offered Z a round, yellow smiley face sticker. Z screamed 'NO!', literally in terror, and buried his face in my arm -whimpering. After that, when ever we went to Wal-Mart, he would fall apart. Clearly traumatized, he would frequently tell me how much he hated the 'sticker man'. I won't go into detail about the primary(church class) pajama party that required kids to wear a 'hello my name is' sticker. Suffice to say, it wasn't pretty.
His phobia extends, though not as severely, to stamps. Last summer, after exiting the 'most magical place on earth' we each recieved an invisible hand stamp so we could return to the park later. I had to force him to get his stamp, then though he couldn't even see it, he glared at his hand and angrily exclaimed "Oh! I hate Disneyland!"
A few weeks ago, I got him to do a workbook activity involving stickers, so I was hopeful that this weird phase was over, or at least that we were making progress .
I was wrong.
Yesterday, we went to a craft store. As I was walking down the scrapbook/sticker isle. Z got all fidgety till finally tearfully exclaiming "Can I just wait for you over there? I can smell stickers everywhere!"