| Last week I had the opportunity to help console my daughter as she faced her first bedtime fears. I had expected her to have fears at some point, but I didn’t expect the fear to be frogs. She didn’t want me to leave the room because she was scared of the “pretend froggies” on the floor and the real froggies that might start coming in the window. Even after I pretend vanquished all the pretend frogs and sealed off any potential entrances through which a deadly Amazonian poison dart tree frog could access her second story room, it seemed there was nothing left to do – in my mind at least. But Elin wouldn’t let me leave the room. |