scardey cat

Every Thursday morning, my friend Ingrid and I swap babysitting so that we can attend staff meetings. Her youngest son loves to play our video games which include oldies like "Pac Man" and "Space Invaders." M usually sits nearby

to cheer him on, while A takes on an entirely different role: hiding on the couch under her blankie. Occassionally she gets brave enough to peek out from underneath it.

I haven't quite figured out which game it is, but one of the games in particular makes a sound that A is afraid of. She insists on playing "Pac Man" when it's her turn, but as Ingrid's son says, "Yowr not vewy good!" She's still too little to run away from the ghosts effectively.