Daddy is home sick this week and decided to do a little light housework. He very surreptitiously got the vacuum cleaner out, did a quick job on the lounge carpet, while I distracted the boy and all was fine, until he started to quickly put the vacuum cleaner back. Not fast enough: Elijah saw the contraption, turned, ran away, started crying uncontrollably and hid under the piano. No coaxing could get him out.
Poor thing. We've tried desensitizing him to the vacuum cleaner, by letting him watch it do its work from the safety of our arms and laps, but nothing we do can shake this fear.
I've never seen a child so scared.