A bad dream last night got me worried about how I’m bringing up Sophia, and possibly concerned about my own warped thinking.
The dream clearly has a lot to do with the program “Dirty Jobs Down Under” I watched on the plane where the host joins a couple of snake catchers on their assignments to catch brown snakes. The scene of a baby snake about the size of a pencil with its jaws opened wide biting on the host’s leather gloves was particularly disturbing leading to a dream about Sophia insisting that I put my hand in a container containing a baby brown snake and me reluctantly doing so being unable to prevail over her. Of course, I got bitten and was waiting for myself to die.
It seems ridiculous to get worried about raising a mean child just because of a dream but she does show tenancies of not being very altruistic. For example, when playing crocodile, she would shout “crocodile, don’t eat me, eat mama!” We think its funny and it may be that she’s doing that in jest because its all a game and she wouldn’t do that in a real situation. But who’s to know for sure? Maybe its time to book myself a place in a home!