I jokingly asked my 8yo this question, after he insisted he almost died, and it was my fault (of course).
We went for a hike in the woods. We took a difficult trail, that included rocky areas. Due to rain the previous day, some areas were a bit muddy and some rocks slippery.
Each time he stepped in mud, he pranced about like he was covered in the stuff, rather than just had some on his shoes. It wasn’t deep quick sand mud…just slight surface mud. Yet, he behaved like it was deadly quick sand.
Each time he pranced, he would inevitably slip on a rock or trip. He never fell, but had to catch his balance a few times. But he ALMOST fell. Which means he ALMOST hit his face on a rock. Which, in turn means HE ALMOST DIED. And, he was very clear that he blamed me for almost killing him.
“But, did you die?” I asked. He answered me with a growl, “no!”
The situation is somewhat humorous. His wild leaps to attempted murder over nearly slipping while hiking…I mean, wow.
But, at 8, I have to worry how he will tell this wild tale to others (maybe a teacher, or a friend who will retell it to another adult) and make them believe I put him in a dangerous situation.
My younger 5 yo had a fun time in the hike. He also slid on a rock, but recovered easily, insisting he didn’t need help or to hold a hand.
Nobody died. Nobody got hurt. Our shoes did get a bit muddy.
This was considered a fun day. A successful day.
I fucking hate RAD (Reactive Attachment Disorder) and how it affects our lives.