We have been gone since THursday for a long Labor Day weekend trip to Eureka Springs, Arkansas! I will post about that soon, but can't find the cord for my camera... hopefully it didn't get left in ES.
Anyway, back to the weirdness... This morning, while Will went to play in his room, I went and put on my white fluffy robe b/c it felt a bit chilly in the house. Then I went into Will's room to check on him. When he looked up at me, he got really upset- at me. He started pulling on me and I squatted down, thinking he was cranky from getting up too early and wanted to be held or something. Nope. Not it. He hated my robe. Seriously, he started pulling on it and on the belt, trying to get it off. He did not stop yelling at me until I took it off. THen he went back to playing. (For the record, I didn't take it off so he could have his way, I just really wanted to see if it was the robe or not)
Isn't that strange? I put it back on and walked out.
Is there such thing as a fear of robes?