Poor little Ana was traumatized this morning. A cd that I bought her to help with anxiety - it's like a meditation cd for kids - sang, "Let your heart burst open with love."
Once again we have engineer Papa Bear to thank for this one. He used a flashlight to show Ana that you could see the blood in her finger, which led to a discussion of there being blood in our bodies, which our heart pumps throughout.
You can see where this might be going...
No! That's not what's to do! No! I don't want all of my blood to come out! Why do they want me to burst out my blood?!?
Meditative my arse.