Bob The Terrifying



Just in time for Halloween, we have a new addition!!



Here are some clues:

He is plastic, 2 1/2 feet high, and came from the library.  And he has to go back in two weeks.

Any guesses? 


Our very own borrowed plastic take-apart human, of course!

 
We are going to study human anatomy, so I spotted this guy in the resource room and knew we had to take him home with us.  A homeschool mom's dream!

  I mentally patted myself on the back for being so ingenious and thrifty.





Little did I know the vehement and terrified reactions his presence would bring!

When my kids saw me carrying the model to the checkout desk,

Shop Girl was terrified.

Art Girl turned pale and looked like she was going to lose her lunch.

Hulk Boy said with only what I can describe as glee, "Cool!  Can we take him apart?
Can we take him home?  I want to see his insides!!"  

I have to add that the librarian said, "That's the difference between girls and boys!"


Bingo.

I tried to explain with as much enthusiasm and logic as a mom can muster:

He's only plastic.
He is like your toys at home.
He will help us learn about our bodies!


Shop Girl started crying and ran down the hall.  Art Girl had begun to turn green.

Hulk Boy asked if he could carry the model to our car.  
 

Enter quick-thinking mom skills.... (How to fix this?  Add humor, of course!)


And so, while everyone was loading into the van, I took the model and put him in the passenger seat, upright.  I even seat him in for extra effect.

I deemed him "Bob," and said he'd be keeping me company up front.  While still grossed out, Art Girl was amused at my placement of the model.  She can almost always be won over with humor.


 (Photobomb by Rex - he had to check out the new arrival)


As we pulled out of the parking lot, some junior high-aged boys were walking home from school.

They did a double-take as we drove past them, and we heard one of them exclaim,
"Ahhhh!  What was THAT in their car?!!!"

That did it.

Art girl was instantly in hysterics.  She thought that was the funniest thing she had ever seen.  Check.  Number two kid on board with Bob.

When we got home, we made Shop Girl cover her eyes (she was playing outside).  I quickly transported Bob the Terrifying to the house, where we laid him on the book nook bench.

Art Girl and Hulk Boy easily "dissected" him, laying organs beside him.  They were actually quite interested and asked lots of questions.  This is what I was going for when I originally saw him at the library.




Unfortunately, I never did win Shop Girl over.  She insisted I hide him in the house where she would never see him.  She made rules.

He must only be taken out when she is not around.  
She must be warned.  
She must be far, far away when he comes out of hiding.

And statements.

He is disgusting, gross, and terrifying.

Okay - I gave in to her demands.  I explained that she never has to look at him and we would only take him out when she is not in the room.

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After putting the kids to bed that night, I sat downstairs, thinking of more ways to terrify my children.

Not really.

It was actually very difficult not to laugh at the whole situation.  Poor girl.
(Okay - I admit it.  I did laugh, but only when she wasn't looking.)

Though I may never understand what's going on in that 6-year-old head of hers, I love her to pieces. 





But not pieces like Bob.  Ugh.


Muddling through, one day at a time.

Carry on, friends!




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