Infective

Keira and Kaley are both a little shy when it comes to men. They're fine with their dad and uncles and such, but men who they don't see often are generally given the "who-are-you-and-why-are-you-in-my-space" look.

This was no exception at Christmas, when my friend Terri came over with her son and boyfriend. Her boyfriend stands 6'6" tall, which is something along the lines of 10+ feet in kid world. Kaley was a little slow to warm up, mostly standing behind my leg repeating, "Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom?" with no actual question to follow. Keira spent the first several minutes hiding behind the end of the couch. Eventually, both girls figured out he was an invited guest and they went about their business.

Today I dressed the girls and put on their awesome new silver shoes that they got from Aunt Terri. Keira reminded me of the day they came over by saying, "Mommy, I love these cool shoes. We'll have to thank Aunt Terri for them again. Well, and John. I was scared of him at first, but then I warmed up."

Smiling, I asked, "Why were you scared of him? You know he is always nice to you."

She thought for a second, then said, "Mom, I'm just not infective of boys."