We seem to have found the second thing that Brady is afraid of.
I was feeding him spaghetti tonight when Paul decided that he would make himself a smoothie for dinner.
Then all hell broke loose.
The second Paul turned on the blender, Brady lost his mind. Screaming. Crying. Tears rolling down his cheeks nearly instantly. Big, open-mouthed sobs exposing half-chewed noodles. I think the last time I saw him cry that hard was when he got his latest round of immunizations. It's almost like he thought the blender was hurting his Dada.
Paul stopped the offending appliance, and the wailing died down a little. I wiped his tears and told him everything was ok, Paul came over to show Brady that he was fine... and then went back over and started the blender again.
Cue heart-breaking wailing.
I ended up having to take Brady outside while Paul finished making the smoothie (he couldn't just abandon it mid-smoothed!). I brought him back inside to finish his dinner once the blender was turned off... but Brady still just wasn't quite sure. He kept pointing at the spot on the counter where the blender had been and grunting accusationally. Eventually he did finish his dinner, though, and then he dragged me to his room to read.
20 minutes later as I was leaving to go back to work, Paul and Brady walked me to the back door (which is in the kitchen) to say goodbye... and again, Brady started pointing at the counter and yelling.
I'm thinking we can cross "Jamba Juice franchise owner" off of his list of career possibilities.
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