Saturday

I forgot to play fairy. It's the second time in a row that I forgot to play fairy. I don't learn from my mistakes you see. If, perchance, we are sent back to do things over and over again until we get them right, I'm screwed.

Luckily I'm good at covering up some of my "oops" and came up with a believable story to convince Zach that he must have pushed it behind the bed in his sleep. In order to make this halfass believable I had to palm a few dollars (it costs dumbass fairies more than the normal ones), belly-crawl under my bed, and pretend that I found what the tooth fairy had left. After all this, the kid had the nerve to wonder if the fairy had left his tooth by mistake like last time. He had the idea that he could recycle it by putting it under his pillow again tonight so that dumbass old fairy would leave him a few more bucks. I think this child has a future in finance.



On a more serious note

Zach's been having nightmares. He's also been freaking out every time we're in the truck and have to drive over the ditch that they ended up in during the accident a few weeks ago.

This morning his PopPop called and asked me to bring him down to the farm so he could spend the day with him. He was excited, as always, to be going down there.

When we went to get into the truck, he asked me where my glasses were. I told him I had forgotten them but didn't really need them since we were just going to meet PopPop half way to the farm. He insisted that I wear them and went back into the house and got them for me.

As we drove down our road and neared the part where we crossed the ditch, he kept saying, "Nanaw, watch the road. Get in the middle, be careful, watch the road!"
I reassured him that the road was plenty wide enough and he shouldn't be so worried about because I was driving carefully.

We met James and Zach happily got into his truck for a day at the farm and I turned around and started home. I was only about 2 miles from the house when my cell rang. I answered and it was James telling me that I was going to have to drive back down there to get Zach. He'd freaked out when they were going to the field where the tractors were. They were driving beside a large drainage ditch (they're all over the farm) and Zach started crying and begging James to look at the road, not look in the fields, and insisting that they not drive beside the ditch. James said he stopped the truck and tried to talk to Zach about it, telling him that nothing was different from any other time that he's spent the day on the farm, but Zach couldn't calm down.

I've decided to call our family doctor tomorrow and talk with him about counseling for Zach over this. I don't want him to be frightened all the time about uncontrollable things and this is really worrying me.

Ya'll let me know what you think.