Huh? Those words were spoken by my newly 3 year old yesterday morning, as he woke up screaming his little round head off. And I do mean screaming, like someone was stabbing him repeatedly (which I was pretty sure wasn't happening, since his brother and sister were still sleeping, were being the operative word)! It took Jacob about an hour to settle down, from whatever funky crocodile dream he was having! Even just sitting and holding him, he was thoroughly terrified! Of course, putting him down to get him and his now awake and oh-so-grumpy brother and sister was completely unacceptable, apparently, so yesterday morning was horrible! He didn't calm down until we were halfway to SBEC, after my right arm had gone completely to sleep from reaching into the middle row to hold his hand!
I wish I knew what had gone on in his head, but the only thing I could get out of him was that single bizarre statement, we don't have a pond for the crocodiles. I can only come up with the fact that he has watched Pirate Dora within the last few days, and they go through Crocodile Lake on their way to Treasure Island. I couldn't even come up with a comforting response, because what do you say to that? Yeah, you're right, we don't, is all I could come up with!
One day, I'm sure all this will be fun to embarrass him with, as long as I can remember!
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