Fearless?

I think not!

I used to think there was nothing that would or could phase Hyrum. We were out digging in the front flowers the other day and he was picking up worms, examining them closely, performing experiments on worm movement only a little boy could imagine, and there was no fear. He even enjoyed the spider friends that came out to see what we were up to.

Those days are long gone. I think his kind older brother (who I'd like to slug) had something to do with Hyrum's new found fear of... wait for it... mosquitoes. Quite anti-climactic, I know. But let me tell you, he can scream bloody murder if he even thinks he sees one.

Now here's the fun part of the story. I put the boys in bed tonight and went about my nightly clean-up when I hear Hyrum crying. I go in assuming he'd gotten hurt and find him cowering in the corner and Sterling had a very amused look on his face. I assumed Sterling had hit Hyrum or something, but no. He decided it would be fun to scare the snot out of his little brother by telling him there's a mosquito on him. Hyrum was seriously having a panic attack.

An hour later, and a LOT of patience (which sometimes I failed at and had to send in reinforcements), Hyrum finally fell asleep on my bed next to me watching a movie to keep his mind off the creepy-crawlies he was imaging. I even had to get a mirror and prove to him there was nothing bugging him under his chin. (No pun intended, that's what he kept saying. "What's bugging me?")

Looks comfy, huh?

The part that's really bugging me is Sterling showed no remorse for how he made Hyrum feel. Yeah, he was upset he got in trouble, but he only said sorry because he was forced to. Not very happy with that child tonight.

And why do siblings torture each other? I'm sure it was done to you and you did it to your siblings, 'cause I sure did, but why?