The fear of a five year old

Last night I was getting The Girl ready for her bath when, out of the blue,  she suddenly got quite upset and started crying. At first I thought it was a bath stall tactic, but as it went on I realized that her state was sincere and she really was upset about something important.

My mind quickly floods with horrible possibilities. Did something happen at daycare today? Was there an altercation with another kid? Did she get hurt?

“Maggie, what’s wrong?”

Between sobs she spurts out, “I’m scared.”

“What are you scared of?”

“Lasers.”

Oh.

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