Following our problems with our last neighbours, from whence we fled 11 months ago, our son continues to bare the scars and fears that they invoked (read more here, here, and here).
Apart from the tantrums and tears we’ve seen over the last couple of weeks there has been more telling signs from the lad. He has now added, to insisting that music is turned down and the computer isn’t too loud, raising concerns that the old neighbours house will burn down and they will need to buy the house next door to where we are now.
This was new this morning and came out in one of his random, unrelated to anything current, speeches. The mrs was very diplomatic explaining that what he feared was very unlikely and that they wouldn’t want to live here anyway. Very rational, very well put, and very … correct! He’s three. He doesn’t get it. I’m not so diplomatic!
“David. It doesn’t matter anyway. If they move here, I am going to go and get my BIG axe and chop them into little pieces …
[the lad gives his biggest toothiest grin]
… obviously, you understand David. Violence. Solves. Nothing.”
The scarey thing is, it’s not so far from the truth … well, what would you do?






