This weekend we took Pa and Grandma Sue to Fort Worden in Port Townsend. It is a beautiful park with old bunkers from WWI that you can explore and climb on. Finn was alternately amazed and afraid. Some of it was really cool, mommy and some of it was kinda scary, mama, hold my hand. Finn is approaching the age of fear. Uncle Ben blows a cow horn like a conch and Finn asks him to stop because it's real-lee scaary, dat thing you have Unca Ben, I no like. Dinosaurs, monsters and things with sharp teeth are also really scary. So are bad dreams. And dark caves.
Didn't stop us from exploring around and going into some dark bunker rooms, but I also wonder if that is why he didn't sleep so well that night?
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