When my kid was around 2 or 3 years old, I was making him some food and told him that whatever he didn’t eat, I’d put it in a plastic baggie for later. He suddenly started crying out of nowhere and asked him what was wrong.
“No plastic baggie!!!” he wailed. I asked him why not and he said “My old mommy, she put a plastic baggie over my head and I died!!”
Then he suddenly stopped crying, went to play with his cars like nothing had happened. I tried to get him to repeat what he had just said, but it was like he didn’t even remember saying it or even crying just moments ago.
Now… I’m not one to ever jump to conclusions on things like that, but this made me feel something in that moment. It was wildly out of character for him. I still think about it sometimes.
When my kid was around 2 or 3 years old, I was making him some food and told him that whatever he didn’t eat, I’d put it in a plastic baggie for later. He suddenly started crying out of nowhere and asked him what was wrong.
“No plastic baggie!!!” he wailed. I asked him why not and he said “My old mommy, she put a plastic baggie over my head and I died!!”
Then he suddenly stopped crying, went to play with his cars like nothing had happened. I tried to get him to repeat what he had just said, but it was like he didn’t even remember saying it or even crying just moments ago.
Now… I’m not one to ever jump to conclusions on things like that, but this made me feel something in that moment. It was wildly out of character for him. I still think about it sometimes.